The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge

Chapter 454

Violet tore into Edgar, leaving him utterly humiliated. He lost all interest in the conversation and drifted away.

Meanwhile, Yulia had wrapped her arms around Sid and was already dancing cheek to cheek with him on the floor.

Draining her glass in one swift motion, Violet marched over, seized Yulia's wrist, and pulled her away.

"What do you think you're doing? Let go of me."

Yulia glared at her daughter, furious that Violet was ruining her fun.

"Mom, do you even know what you're doing right now? If Dad finds out you're out here picking up men, he'll never forgive you."

Yulia's face twisted with rage, and she slapped Violet hard across the face, the sharp sound turning heads all around them.

"Forgive me? Do I look like I need his forgiveness? If I hadn't sacrificed everything back then-dragged you along with me, stepped aside so he and Edith Turner could play happy family—do you really think he'd be where he is today, sitting pretty as the chairman of Golden Era Enterprises? Without me, that man would be flipping switches at some factory, not running a corporation.

Now he's made it big and thinks he can just toss us aside? Well, let me tell you, it won't be that easy. And who says men are the only ones allowed to have a little fun? If he can fool around, why can't I?"

-he doesn't

and reckless, Yulia wasn't talking to Violet as her daughter, but as another

it hurt. Her face

"Come with me. Now."

what happened between them, Yulia was still her mom, and if the press caught wind of this mess, splashing their family drama all over the front page, Simms would... What

Yulia wanted to self-destruct, Violet

McNeil as her shield; she couldn't

father. No matter how cold he seemed, blood was thicker than water. As long as Yulia didn't go out

slapped her again,

you to lecture me? Don't forget, I'm the one who's protected you all these years. If not for me, you wouldn't have survived childbirth. And even without Simms, I've got enough money to enjoy the rest of my life. Since he doesn't care about his reputation

was always about power and profit. If he wanted to drop her, she could find her own happiness. It wasn't like she was

plunged back into the crowd, dancing wildly, a drink in one

palm to her burning cheek, watching her mother guzzle alcohol and lose herself in the music. Fuming, she turned and stormed

had caught every moment on camera. Tomorrow's headlines were

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