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

bravado. "You pay me,

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

ragged, dealing with

finally got paid, she nearly

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

Simms to complain, only to be told she was lucky she'd even gotten that much-he'd tacked on an extra two grand just because she was

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

After this,

she watched him jot down figure after figure, her lips curling into

in the bank, she'd never have

"That'll do."

handed the check to Maynard, who passed

"Xenia, show her out."

headed upstairs, leaving Violet giddy as she reached

"Five hundred thousand?"

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

said five million, not five hundred thousand. What is

rip it to shreds. McNeil stopped on the landing, turned slowly, and looked

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

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 the salary and

you hadn't blown it all at nightclubs, hiring male escorts, ordering top-shelf wine every night-how in the world would you ever be broke, forced to