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

desperation barely masked by bravado. "You pay me,

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

was constantly running herself ragged, dealing with endless events and schmoozing. Her

got paid,

PR manager making less than ten? She'd made that in

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

Core, that was pocket change for her. Violet figured she was worth far more,

After this, we owe each other

she watched him jot down figure after figure, her lips

in the bank, she'd never have to worry about money in this life-or

"That'll do."

check to Maynard, who passed it

"Xenia, show her out."

and headed upstairs, leaving Violet

"Five hundred thousand?"

She hadn't anticipated this in a million years-the check in her hand was for

thousand. What is this,

the check, ready to rip it to shreds. McNeil stopped on

money just shows how desperate you are. Tear up that check and you'll end up with

the years, 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

night-how in the world would you ever be broke, forced to take a PR job at Golden