The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge

Chapter 451

Yulia Morris could hardly believe a woman could be so shameless. Her face flushed bright red with rage.

"Honey, who is she?"

Fiona feigned innocence, but her gaze was all provocation. Simms Miller slid his arm around Fiona's waist and tilted her chin up, never sparing Yulia or her daughter Violet Marchand a second glance.

"Old hag, did you even go to the doctor? What did they say?"

Fiona's words sliced through the room; she made sure everyone could hear her taunt.

Yulia forced herself to keep calm. "I did. Our son is perfectly healthy," she replied.

Simms, too busy flirting with Fiona, ignored Yulia entirely. When he finally noticed that Yulia and Violet were still standing there, he scowled.

"Why are you two still here? Don't you realize how much you're in the way?"

Yulia struggled to keep her composure. "If you want to have a mistress, I can turn a blind eye. But you can't just abandon your daughter."

Violet's face twisted in pain and fury, mirroring her mother's. She felt like a tool- used and discarded the moment she was no longer useful. The man in front of her was her biological father, yet he was crueler than the rural couple who'd raised her for money but had still shown her love.

never returned here, she might never have witnessed such

"Dad-"

She wanted the word to stir some shred of conscience in Simms, but Fiona cut her off, grabbing

she think she's calling 'Dad'? If you're

was so angry, her face

hear her? Fiona doesn't want you calling me 'Dad.'

hold back any longer. She stormed up to Simms and slapped him hard

is how you treat us

Yulia's anger only

home-wrecking tramp,

relish Yulia's fury. "Seducing? Simms and I have been together for

slapped Yulia across

woman, how dare you lay a hand on

staggered back, pain and despair clouding her eyes. She glared at

could burn her to ashes

moment while Simms

at Fiona, yanking her hair and slapping her again and again. When she saw her chance, she kicked Fiona in