The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge novel Chapter 377

Simms rose from the leather armchair and dialed his driver.

“Bring my car around. Yulia and I need to go to Winding Peak Lane.”

Yulia saw how angry he was, and knew he’d stand up for her and Violet. She hurried to fetch his coat and followed him outside.

The entire ride, Yulia sat in the back seat, sighing and dabbing at her eyes.

“Why is it that Violet’s life can never compare to Victoria’s?” she lamented. “Violet never had a good day growing up. She only got to play the lady of the house after we found her. All these years, Victoria’s had everything handed to her on a silver platter, while Violet’s had to fight for every little thing.”

The more she thought about it, the more indignant she felt.

“Violet and McNeil knew each other since they were teenagers. They were so close, but then Victoria had to butt in and steal him away. Simms, you can’t let Victoria take anything else from Violet.”

Simms’s face twisted with anger.

“You don’t have to tell me that. That wretched girl is just like her mother—never could stand to see anyone else happy. If her family hadn’t forced me to marry Edith Turner to cover up her own scandals, I never would’ve left you.”

He clenched his fists, fury simmering.

Yulia reached out and gently stroked his chest. “Let it go. They’re both gone now—her father and Edith. The Turner fortune is all in our hands. That’s at least some compensation for what you’ve endured all these years.”

Her eyes flashed with longing and bitterness.

“No matter what, I don’t want Violet and McNeil to repeat our mistakes. The Turner family isn’t what it used to be. Now that the Langford Group is thriving, it’s time Victoria gave back what never belonged to her. If anyone deserves to be Mrs. Langford, it’s Violet. Victoria? She’s nothing. She probably still has no idea she’s just some illegitimate nobody. The Turners kept their secrets locked up tight.”

Simms let out a cold laugh.

“So what? Once she signs over all her shares from the Turner estate to me, I’ll have every right to kick her out.”

He suddenly sounded weary, reaching up to caress Yulia’s cheek.

“I’m sorry for all these years, my dear Mrs. Miller. But once all this is settled, things will finally be set right. It’s time our family was together again.”

Less than twenty minutes after Violet’s call, Simms and Yulia arrived at Winding Peak Lane.

But when they walked inside, Simms stopped in his tracks, stunned by the scene before him.

If she’d acknowledged Simms as her father, the police would have seen this as a private family matter and likely stayed out of it. But now, if Simms dared lay a hand on her for Violet’s sake, he’d end up in a holding cell. Maybe nothing serious would come of it, but a Golden Era Enterprises CEO getting arrested for assault would be front page news for days.

Yulia stepped forward, her tone soft and pleading.

“Vicky, we’re family. There’s no need to make such a scene. You’re only embarrassing McNeil.

It’s not like you don’t have anywhere to go. McNeil has another house, and we gave you the mansion. Isn’t that enough? Why are you here today, causing trouble for Violet?”

Yulia forced herself to speak gently, swallowing her resentment.

“After all, I’m married to your father now, and Violet is your sister. Why do you need to take this house back? McNeil gave it to you, and if he hears about this, it’ll ruin your marriage. Don’t take things so far.”

Victoria looked at her, her voice icy for the first time.

“Are you blind? Can’t you see these are court officials? McNeil and I are getting divorced. Legally, any gifts made during the marriage must be returned. Not even McNeil can stop it.

My mother was Edith, and I am no family to you. Who’s Violet’s sister? If you want family, pick someone off the street. The Turners are an old family with a reputation to uphold. We don’t have any stray relatives, and you’re the last person qualified to speak to me. Keep clearing the house. Don’t stop.”