The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge

Chapter 445

She stumbled back to Yulia's place, only to walk in on a vicious shouting match between Yulia and Simms.

"Look at yourself! Do you see any trace of a dignified lady left in you? You're nothing but a common shrew," Simms spat, shaking Yulia off and straightening the sleeves of his suit.

Violet burst through the door and rushed to stand protectively in front of Yulia. "What's going on here, Dad?"

Simms silenced her with a cutting gesture. "Don't call me Dad. You're a disgrace. You can't even handle McNeil. Don't go around telling people you're my daughter."

Violet's temper snapped. "I am your daughter by blood! If McNeil doesn't want me, then go yell at Victoria instead of taking it out on me."

Simms scoffed, cold and dismissive. "You and your mother are both useless. What good are either of you to me?"

He was already adjusting his tie, preparing to leave, but Yulia blocked his path. "You're going to see that tramp again, aren't you? I won't allow it! Simms, all these years I've stood by you, no matter what you did. I supported you through everything, and this is how you repay me?"

favor, Simms had all but stopped caring about her. Lately, he was barely home-a different man, always gone before dawn, sometimes not returning at all. Yulia's suspicions had grown, so

Jewelry, money, the house-nothing but the title was withheld. I thought you

through Yulia, cruel

look in the

beautiful, and her father is CEO of a public company. If I marry her, she'll give me a strong heir to carry on the Miller family

a washed-up chauffeur's wife, an old crone who can't even raise her own daughter properly. Don't bother showing your face

Yulia away with a violent kick, sending both her and Violet sprawling to the

the front door and the growl of his car's engine made it clear he

feet. When Violet tried to help, Yulia lashed out, striking

at her in

idiot! How many times have I

She's as cunning as her dead mother-I've spent over twenty years keeping my head down, waiting for Edith Turner to die before I

ago, your father wanted