The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge novel Chapter 376

Violet froze, the arrogance that had just lit up her face slowly fading away.

Her chest tightened further when she saw the uniformed officers and the official inventory list they brought. Violet shot a venomous glare at Victoria.

“You’re insane! McNeil doesn’t want you anymore, so now you pull a stunt like this? I’m calling him right now—let’s see what your precious husband thinks of his ‘wonderful’ wife.”

She snatched up her phone, ready to dial McNeil. Victoria’s voice cut her off, calm and unhurried.

“Everything you’re enjoying right now is marital property between me and McNeil. It doesn’t matter who you call.”

As soon as she finished speaking, Victoria signaled her team to join the officers in cataloguing every item in the house.

Violet’s panic flared into rage as she blocked their way. “Victoria, a lot of these things are mine! I work hard at Quantum Core Technologies—I bought these with my own salary! What right do you have to touch anything?”

Her voice shook, torn between fury and disbelief. For years, she’d relied on her own effort. Maybe McNeil had provided some resources, but she’d earned her keep.

“Oh? You’ve only been at Quantum Core Technologies a few months. This house alone is worth thirty million—unless you’ve been embezzling or committing fraud, what could you possibly have done to afford all this so quickly?”

Victoria didn’t need to lift a finger; her bodyguards calmly moved Violet aside. The household staff, eyes wide, stood frozen in the presence of the officers, barely daring to breathe.

A police cruiser idled outside. It finally dawned on everyone: they’d been working for the mistress all along, and now the real lady of the house had come to reclaim what was hers.

“Is Ms. Marchand going to be arrested? Do you think we’ll still get paid for last month?” someone whispered nervously.

“So she’s not Mrs. Langford after all? She’s always insisted we call her that. Now the real Mrs. Langford has shown up—never would’ve guessed it. She looked so put-together, but behind the scenes...”

“Yeah, I always thought she was the real deal. But compared to this Mrs. Langford, she doesn’t even come close—looks, presence, nothing. Men can be so blind. Left a gorgeous wife for this? What was he thinking?”

“What’s there to think about? Haven’t you heard? No matter how good home-cooked meals are, some men still think the grass is greener.”

A few snickered, then quickly clapped hands over their mouths, afraid to say another word.

Violet’s face drained of color, each item from the house being carried out to the front lawn under the officers’ supervision.

She watched Victoria, who remained perfectly composed, unfazed by the chaos. Violet’s composure crumbled.

Yulia arrived at the company and, the moment she saw Simms, tears welled up in her eyes.

Simms was in the middle of a meeting, but Yulia, ever mindful of propriety, waited at the door, nervously twisting her hands.

“Mr. Miller,” she said quietly.

The executives instantly caught on and excused themselves.

“What’s going on? What’s so urgent?”

Lately, Simms had more patience for Yulia, thanks to Violet’s newfound favor with McNeil.

“It’s Victoria. She’s brought a whole crew to clear Violet out of the Winding Peak Lane house. I remember that place was bought for Violet by McNeil. Victoria never achieved anything on her own—how dare she try to take what belongs to Violet?”

Yulia’s voice trembled with indignation, her eyes shining with unshed tears as she fought to keep them from falling. Seeing the woman he loved in such distress, and thinking of all Victoria’s recent antics, Simms felt his anger flare.

“She’s just like her mother—never a moment’s peace, always stirring up trouble. She could’ve had a perfectly good life, but no, she has to go looking for a fight.”