The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge

Chapter 446

From the moment Violet was claimed by Yulia and Simms, her life seemed to be on an unstoppable upward trajectory.

Since her teenage years, she hadn't faced a single setback-especially with Yulia's strategic guidance, every step she took was calculated, every move

secure.

Having completely lost her place with the McNeils, and now back with the Millers where both Simms and Yulia looked down on her, Violet had snapped. She lashed out at them with a fury that bordered on madness.

"You say I'm useless? Look at yourself! You talk yourself up, acting like you've got everything under control, but you still lost Dad to another woman. If you're so capable, why don't you win him back?"

"And what about Victoria, that little witch? You think you're so powerful? Well, I'm done fighting her. I want her gone. Tell me, how much would it take to make her disappear? We'll figure it out. Mom, I'm your daughter-your only real family now. You have to help me, and I'll help you."

The wildness in Violet's eyes was a perfect reflection of Yulia's own.

Yulia felt a deep, familiar ache stir inside her. Violet's words forced her to confront the truth she'd been avoiding.

She wasn't wrong. After all these years of scheming, what did she have to show for it? If she gave up now, everything she had clawed for would be snatched away by that woman Simms kept on the side, and all the ground she'd secured for Violet over the years would vanish in an instant.

Yulia looked at Violet and smiled, gentle and

mother hadn't stolen your father from me all those years ago, you wouldn't have been left in the countryside, and I wouldn't have spent my life alone. We've finally pulled

worry, sweetheart. Your father's not young anymore. I doubt any woman truly cares for him—it's all about his

humiliation. She wasn't

Evermore City

that when she opened her eyes, she'd see McNeil-and their daughter, whom she

"Mama!"

who seemed to have grown taller, ran to her with shining eyes and tears brimming. "Mama, you haven't come home... Did you stop loving

the two tiny babies in Victoria's hospital room, her sadness vanished

"Who are they?"

and sister," McNeil replied, voice thick with emotion as

she'd wanted to say to Victoria. All her attention had shifted to the

arrival. But still-this was her child, the one she'd carried for nine

Gwyneth, she could

soften, just