The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge novel Chapter 8

Violet casually pulled Gwyneth into her embrace. Gwyneth stared at Victoria, her eyes filled with a cold, unfamiliar disgust that cut deeper than words.

“Mommy, I’m with Violet and Daddy now, and the three of us are so happy together. Why do you always have to bother Violet and bully her? I really wish Violet were my real mommy—she’s so much kinder and sweeter than you are.”

Standing beside Violet, McNeil caught a glimpse of the wedding dress, and for a moment—just a fleeting moment—he felt a pang of guilt and pity for Victoria.

But when he glanced up and saw the stubborn, unyielding look on Victoria’s face, his own expression hardened.

In his memory, Victoria had always been gentle and gracious. All these years of marriage, he’d never once heard her raise her voice or lose her composure with anyone.

And Violet only had a year to live. Why did Victoria have to be so harsh?

“Apologize.”

The word hung in the air, stunning even Yasmine into silence.

Had Mr. Langford lost his mind? Was he really telling Mrs. Langford to apologize?

Victoria swayed, and Yasmine reached out just in time to steady her.

“It should be her apologizing, shouldn’t it?” Victoria’s voice trembled, but she forced herself to speak. “She wore my mother’s necklace without asking, put on my wedding dress, and now both my husband and daughter have taken her side. McNeil, do you really think I should be the one to apologize?”

Her name—Victoria—was printed right there on the marriage certificate. How absurd, she thought, to ask a wife to apologize to the woman who had stolen everything from her.

“Victoria, you really have gone too far today,” McNeil said, his tone clipped. “Violet didn’t take your mother’s necklace, and as for the wedding dress, I’ll get to the bottom of it.”

With that, he gently lifted Violet into his arms.