The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge

Chapter 475

"So you want to settle the score with me, McNeil? I knew you were an ungrateful backstabber."

Violet's voice hitched with a couple of sobs.

"That's enough..."

McNeil's reply wasn't loud, but it cut straight through, cold and commanding.

"Save the tears. They don't work on me anymore. You're not sick-at best, you had a minor stomach bug.

I was careless before. I made the mistake of treating my savior like a saint, believing every word out of your mouth. I wrongly accused my own wife and let myself trust you completely."

Violet stared at him, stunned, but her shock quickly gave way to fury.

"But you let all of this happen! You let me misread everything. You doted on me, treated me like I was the only one who mattered-what was I supposed to think? Who wouldn't believe you were in love with them? And now you stand there, acting like I'm the one at fault? Isn't that a joke?”

Every word was a needle, and McNeil felt each one strike home.

"I know this mess is on me. I let you misinterpret everything. But from now on, let's set things right. We'll both go back to our own lives and stay out of each other's way."

Violet clenched her fists, refusing to back down. "Dream on. You ruined my reputation. I can't get a job anywhere in Starfall City, let alone find a decent husband. People think I'm Mrs. Langford, and you think you can just wave it all away with a few words?"

McNeil stubbed out his cigarette and looked at her coolly.

do you

desperation barely masked by bravado. "You pay me, and

and she knew it. She'd assumed working at Golden Era Enterprises would be just like her old

hit hard. As PR manager, she was constantly running herself ragged, dealing with endless events and schmoozing. Her

paid, she nearly laughed in

grand? A PR manager making less than ten? She'd made that in a day at Quantum Core. Begging on the street would've brought

was lucky she'd even gotten that much-he'd tacked

was pocket change for her. Violet figured she was worth far more, even on her worst

a check. After this, we

widened as she watched him

couldn't have the man, at least with five million in the bank, she'd never have to worry about money in this life-or the

"That'll do."

to Maynard, who passed it

"Xenia, show her out."

and headed upstairs, leaving Violet giddy as she reached for

"Five hundred thousand?"

hadn't anticipated this in a million years-the check

five hundred thousand. What is this,

gripped the check, ready to rip it to shreds. McNeil

how desperate you

I've paid for Randy's treatments, and my grandfather has wired money to your account every month at least thirty thousand a month Even if you'd never worked a day, you'd be clearing over three hundred grand a year, not counting the salary and

it all at nightclubs, hiring male escorts, ordering top-shelf wine every night-how in the world would you ever be broke, forced to