The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge novel Chapter 390

Her head lolled to the side as she collapsed into his arms. McNeil hurriedly scooped Violet up, dialing emergency services and rushing her straight to the hospital.

The doctor, upon seeing Violet yet again, couldn’t help but shake his head. This was the third or fourth time in a month she’d ended up here, always looking like she was at death’s door. This time, it was a suicide attempt.

He found himself feeling a twinge of sympathy for the man standing before him—how many times had this boyfriend indulged and comforted her, again and again?

“Your girlfriend’s really fragile. How did things get so bad she’d try to take her own life?” the doctor asked, glancing at McNeil with concern.

The man looked familiar—he was sure he’d seen him in a business magazine. Wasn’t he the CEO of some major corporation?

McNeil didn’t say a word. Instead, he pulled out his phone and called the old family estate to speak with his grandfather.

“Why did you have Violet’s uterus removed?” he asked, his tone strained.

This was what he struggled to understand most. He and Violet weren’t even truly a couple. No matter how unreasonable his grandfather could be, he didn’t think he was capable of something this cruel.

“Why?” The old man’s voice crackled over the line, gruff and unapologetic. “In all my years, I’ve never met a woman as bold as her—marching into my house, making demands, threatening me. Removing her uterus was merciful. If I were as hot-tempered as I was in my youth, she wouldn’t even be alive now.

“You can’t even keep your own woman in line. Let her run wild, and you call yourself a CEO?”

And just like that, McNeil understood. No wonder the old man had targeted Violet—she’d brought it all on herself. If she hadn’t stormed into his grandfather’s study, trying to flex her muscles, none of this would have happened.

“She’s not my woman,” McNeil replied quietly. “I understand. I’ll handle this.”

He hung up. Once his grandfather decided to destroy someone, there was little he could do to protect them.

—

After her divorce from McNeil, Victoria returned to Quantum Core Technologies—this time, to hand in her resignation to Curtis.

She was pregnant now. Continuing to work in the tech department wasn’t healthy for her or the baby, so she’d made up her mind to quit.

With half the Langford family fortune from the divorce settlement, and a massive cash payout from when McNeil bought out V&S Group, Victoria could live comfortably for several lifetimes without needing to lift a finger.

Curtis had found her recent string of absences puzzling. Still, knowing Victoria’s abilities and work ethic, he figured she must be exhausted and in need of a break. It made sense, so he hadn’t pressed her about it.

But he hadn’t expected that on her very first day back, she’d show up just to resign. For a moment, Curtis was at a loss.