The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge novel Chapter 7

The servant who’d tried to sneak outside and warn McNeil was quickly dragged back in.

“What do you think you’re doing? This is Mr. and Mrs. Langford’s home!”

Yasmine stepped forward and slapped the servant, making sure she understood her place.

“The real Mrs. Langford is right here in front of you,” Yasmine snapped. “There’s no other Mrs. Langford.”

Victoria’s eyes narrowed, her delicate finger pointing directly at Violet, who still hadn’t made any move to take off the wedding dress.

“Hold her down,” Victoria ordered.

For the first time, Violet’s calm mask cracked, revealing a flash of cold defiance.

“You have no right to do this. If your husband doesn’t want you anymore, coming here to make a scene won’t change anything. Love or not, that was settled six years ago. If McNeil finds out what you’re doing to me, he’ll divorce you.”

Victoria didn’t flinch. Her bodyguards moved without hesitation, pinning Violet to the floor in a matter of seconds. They didn’t lay a finger on her, because Victoria insisted on doing it herself.

Yasmine rolled up her sleeves, her tone thick with disdain. “I’ve never seen such a brazen mistress. Who do you think you are?”

The room erupted into chaos. Violet was completely restrained, yet the stubborn glint in her eyes spoke of victory, not defeat.

“Victoria, you’re pitiful,” Violet said quietly.

“Stop it! What the hell are you doing?”

McNeil’s voice rang out from the entrance. He stood in the doorway, Gwyneth by his side.

He had arrived, after all.

When McNeil noticed his car missing, a bad feeling crept over him. He had no idea how Victoria had tracked them down, but it was clear—there was no way to hide it any longer.

The moment Gwyneth saw Violet pinned to the ground, she rushed across the room and shoved Victoria aside, her small hands pushing with all her might.

“Why are you picking on Ms. Marchand? Mommy, you’re a bad woman!”