The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge

After saying all that, Violet hung up immediately. At last, she'd managed to pick up on some of the conversation.

"Violet, are you threatening my mom?" Gwyneth's voice trembled in disbelief. She couldn't wrap her head around it-Violet, who had always doted on her, was now using her life to threaten her mother.

"Yes, that's exactly what I'm doing." Violet's voice was ice-cold. "Victoria stole everything from me-my life, my future-and she's the one who's about to send me to prison. Now, we'll see just how much you matter to your mother. If she doesn't love you, you can prepare to go down with me. If I don't get to live, you don't get to die in peace, either. I want Victoria to spend the rest of her miserable life drowning in regret."

Gwyneth's tears dried up in an instant. She stared at Violet as if she were a stranger. Her little heart felt as if it had been smashed to pieces.

Was this really the Violet who used to love her so much?

"Ms. Marchand, why would you say something like that? Didn't you always like Gwyneth?" The housekeeper's voice trembled, unable to believe what she was hearing.

Gwyneth couldn't hold back anymore. She burst into tears again, but this time it wasn't out of fear-it was heartbreak.

Violet's frustration only deepened at the sound of her crying. "Shut up! You're driving me insane. I never liked you-I don't like children at all. I'm warning you, don't start bawling in front of me again. Or I'll tape your mouth shut and throw you out for the wild dogs."noveldrama

There wasn't a trace of compassion left in her. After Simms had forced her into the beds of those old men, she'd lost all standing in high society. No matter how much money she managed to make later, she could never squeeze herself into that so- called "pure and innocent" circle-a world that was rotten to its core beneath the surface.

Some things you could get away with if no one knew. But once a scandal broke, you were finished in this world.

Now, all she wanted was a spotless record and enough cash to start over somewhere far

away-somewhere she could leave Starfall City behind for good. This country had nothing left for her. Disgraced and penniless, who would ever accept her? She didn't intend to stick around and find out. With enough money, she could indulge herself, maybe even get married abroad. As long as no one knew her past, she could be anyone she wanted.

Gwyneth was still just a kid-she couldn't process how someone she adored could turn into such a monster overnight. She wept quietly, her sobs turning ragged, barely able to breathe. Violet didn't spare her a single glance, only looking at her with undisguised annoyance.

Thank God she'd never married McNeil, Violet thought bitterly. Otherwise, she'd

be stuck for life with this sniveling, spoiled little princess.

How many sacrifices had she made to keep Gwyneth happy? She'd bent over

backwards for that child, practically becoming Victoria's unpaid nanny. But she was done now. She wasn't anyone's nanny anymore. She wanted money-lots of

it.

She was betting everything that Victoria would never abandon Gwyneth. The woman loved McNeil so much she'd lost herself; she'd even risked everything to have Gwyneth and endured watching her daughter love Violet best, all for his sake.

Pathetic, Violet thought. She had no interest in that kind of woman. All she cared about was profit, not romance. If McNeil hadn't been powerful and wealthy, she wouldn't have spared him a glance.

Violet had never, for a single

moment, envied Victoria. Living off a man, cashing in at divorce-sure, that took skill. But in the end, it was

Violet's own carelessness that¶et

Victoria get the upper hand. O Otherwise, Violet would be the one

calling the shots now.

Now that Gwyneth was in her hands, Violet was clear about what she wanted: not

just some paltry sum. She'd make Victoria cash out half her shares from the

Langford family fortune and hand them over-nothing less would do.