The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge novel Chapter 459

He knew this sort of thing couldn't be rushed. Patience was key.

Violet had been holed up in her apartment for days on end, barely setting foot outside.

She couldn’t reach McNeil. His number was still saved in her phone—she’d called countless times, but he never picked up.

The texts she sent used to get a reply, even if just a word or two. Now, there was nothing but silence.

Yet, she could still see glimpses of his life through his social media. The famously aloof, untouchable CEO—who always seemed above it all—had started posting photos of his kids.

Every time she saw them, it felt like a knife twisting in her chest.

Victoria hadn’t just played her cards well—she’d played them masterfully. She’d given birth to twins, siphoned off half the Langford Group’s assets, and, just as Violet was about to become Mrs. Langford, managed to pry McNeil away from her once and for all.

Violet blamed herself for being too confident, for letting her guard down. Things didn’t have to end up like this.

Now, she had nothing. She clung to the apartment the old man had given her—the only thing she had left. Victoria had taken back every cent, every asset, even the money McNeil once gave her.

She could barely scrape together enough to pay the building fees.

And all of this—who had really ruined her? Even Yulia was changing, growing more reckless and unpredictable by the day.

Violet sat by the window, taking a long, hard drag from her cigarette.

She’d picked up new habits lately: staying up all night, chain-smoking, lying awake for hours unable to sleep.

Months passed like this, until one day her phone finally rang—Yulia’s name flashed on the screen.

Violet could hardly believe it. She snatched up the phone, and Yulia’s voice came through.

“I’ve booked a table at a café. I’ll send you the address.”