The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge

Chapter 500

After saying all that, Violet hung up immediately. At last, she'd managed to pick up on some of the conversation.

"Violet, are you threatening my mom?" Gwyneth's voice trembled in disbelief. She couldn't wrap her head around it-Violet, who had always doted on her, was now using her life to threaten her mother.

"Yes, that's exactly what I'm doing." Violet's voice was ice-cold. "Victoria stole everything from me-my life, my future-and she's the one who's about to send me to prison. Now, we'll see just how much you matter to your mother. If she doesn't love you, you can prepare to go down with me. If I don't get to live, you don't get to die in peace, either. I want Victoria to spend the rest of her miserable life drowning in regret."

Gwyneth's tears dried up in an instant. She stared at Violet as if she were a stranger. Her little heart felt as if it had been smashed to pieces.

Was this really the Violet who used to love her so much?

"Ms. Marchand, why would you say something like that? Didn't you always like Gwyneth?" The housekeeper's voice trembled, unable to believe what she was hearing.

Gwyneth couldn't hold back anymore. She burst into tears again, but this time it wasn't out of fear-it was heartbreak.

up! You're driving me insane. I never liked you-I don't like children at all. I'm warning you, don't start bawling in front of me again. Or I'll tape your mouth shut and throw you out for the wild

had forced her into the beds of those old men, she'd lost all standing in high society. No matter how much money she managed to make later, she could never squeeze

knew. But once a scandal broke, you were finished in this

wanted was a spotless record and enough

her. Disgraced and penniless, who would ever accept her? She didn't intend to stick around and find out. With enough money, she could indulge herself, maybe even get married abroad. As long as no one

kid-she couldn't process how someone she adored could turn into such a monster overnight. She wept quietly, her sobs turning ragged, barely able to breathe.

God she'd never married McNeil, Violet

stuck for life with this sniveling, spoiled

she made to keep Gwyneth happy? She'd bent

becoming Victoria's unpaid nanny. But she was done

it.

Victoria would never abandon Gwyneth. The woman loved McNeil so much she'd lost herself; she'd even risked everything to have Gwyneth and endured watching her

she cared about was profit, not romance. If McNeil hadn't been