The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge novel Chapter 278

Violet's face drained of color; her lips trembled, and her words tumbled out in a panic.

The man, oblivious to her fear, stood abruptly and seized her hand. He forced a ring—one he'd clearly bought in advance—onto her finger, jamming it onto her left hand.

"You're Vivian. Stop lying to me," he insisted, his voice thick with obsession. "I've loved you for years. I've saved every photo of you, watched every race you've ever competed in.

My bedroom walls are covered with your posters. I even used computer software to strip away your clothes in a photo—just one, but I keep it hidden in my wallet."

He sounded intoxicated by his own fantasies, his words sickeningly crude.

"I look at you every day, think about you every night. Sometimes I even touch your pictures. Vivian, marry me."

Violet reeled from his words, on the verge of fainting.

"I'm not— I swear, I'm not her…"

Once, she'd worn the name Vivian as a badge of honor. Now, faced with this deranged man, she wanted nothing more than to run.

Tears spilled down her cheeks as she slid weakly to the floor.

But the man only grew more manic, his madness on full display.

"How could you not be Vivian? You're the queen of the Formula One circuit. The only female mechanical engineer in the sport.

Do you have any idea how many men worship you? I'm just one of them. The thought of holding you at night, touching you, it makes me shake with excitement.

You're the only woman I'll ever love. Please, Vivian, say you'll marry me."

Violet clamped her hands over her ears, trembling, her eyes wide with terror as he shouted.

"I'm not Vivian! I'm really not! You've got the wrong person—I only drive, I'm not an engineer.

Didn't you see the last F1 race? I crashed. Another woman took the trophy. She's Vivian. Go find her, not me."

Violet sobbed, curling into herself, shaking like a leaf in a storm.