The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge novel Chapter 394

Violet had been fighting hard for what she wanted these days.

Her marriage to McNeil still gnawed at her like an old wound. Victoria had clung to McNeil for years, desperate for the world’s recognition, for that one title she thought would make everything real.

But Violet had made up her mind: everything Victoria ever dreamed of, everything she’d longed for, Violet would take for herself.

And even what Victoria could never have—Violet wanted that too. Only she, Violet, was worthy of McNeil.

She envisioned a grand wedding, the kind that would have all of Starfall City talking for years.

Victoria, that fool, had hovered at McNeil’s side for six years and never once earned the right to call herself his wife. And yet she still dared to compete with Violet.

Lately, McNeil had grown thinner with each passing day. Violet’s heart ached for him, convinced it was her own suicide attempt and hospital stay that had left him so drained, so hollowed out.

Still, even as she felt sorry for him, she couldn’t help but push him.

“McNeil, I know I’m asking too much. But the doctors say my stomach cancer might be coming back. I don’t know how much time I have left. It could be tomorrow, or even the next minute. My only wish is to be your bride. I was young and foolish back then—if I hadn’t left, you wouldn’t have married Victoria.”

Violet whispered the words over and over again in McNeil’s ear.

Her voice trembled, but she fought back tears; she wanted McNeil to see her pain, her strength, her willingness to endure it all for him.

She wanted him to know that, all these years, it was she who’d made the sacrifices in silence, always giving way to Victoria.

Victoria at least had a marriage certificate, and even a child born of their love.

What did Violet have? Nothing. The jealousy burned inside her.

McNeil’s eyes were sunken now. The confident, sharp-eyed CEO was gone, replaced with someone hollow, his reassurances sounding almost mechanical.

“Don’t think like that. You’re not going to die.”

Violet’s heart clenched. Even now, after all she’d done, was McNeil still unwilling to promise her a wedding?

He was already divorced from Victoria. What was he still holding on to?

“McNeil, there’s nothing standing between us anymore. Your father won’t object if you marry me. He took away my chance to have children—I’ll never be a threat to the Langford family now. I can’t ever bear your child.”

Seeing McNeil’s expression unchanged, Violet grew desperate.