The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge novel Chapter 387

“Maynard, drive Ms. Marchand home.”

Violet was stunned—she hadn’t expected McNeil to part ways with her so coldly. She bit her lip, unable to hide her unease.

“You want him to take me home? But where exactly do you expect me to go? Victoria’s already taken back the house.”

Her voice trembled with frustration and hurt.

McNeil’s response was flat, emotionless. “You can go stay with your aunt and uncle. I have things to take care of.”

Without another word, he turned and got into a different car, never looking back.

Violet’s face went pale. McNeil had just divorced Victoria—shouldn’t that mean he’d feel freer, happier? So why was he treating her like this?

Maynard glanced at her. “Ms. Marchand, where to?”

Violet tightened her grip on the folder inside her purse. “Drive me to the family estate. I want to speak to Mr. Langford face to face.”

Maynard shot her a surprised look, uncertain what she was planning.

Half an hour later, the car pulled up in front of the old manor. One of the household staff came to the door, looking uncertain about who they’d come to see.

“I’m Violet Marchand, McNeil’s girlfriend. Please tell Mr. Langford I need to discuss something important with him.”

The housekeeper told Violet to wait outside. It was nearly fifteen minutes before the doors finally opened and she was ushered in.

It was Violet’s first time at the estate. Nestled between rolling hills and a glimmering lake, the grounds were lush and tranquil—a pocket of fresh air far from the city.

Mr. Langford was in the garden, pruning flowers and plants. Even when Violet arrived, he didn’t spare her a glance, continuing his movements as if she were invisible.

She stood there, motionless, under the hot sun for more than an hour before he finally finished and took a seat.

A servant brought out tea. Parched after standing so long, Violet longed for a drink, but quickly realized none had been set out for her.

Mr. Langford sipped his tea, finally meeting her gaze. “What brings you here?”

Violet forced a polite smile. “Today, McNeil and Victoria finalized their divorce. Victoria filed the papers herself.”

“All you want is a grandson, isn’t it?” she pressed, her voice trembling. “Victoria gave McNeil a daughter, and she won’t be having a boy. McNeil’s heart has always belonged to me. I’m the only one who can carry on the Langford name.”

No sooner had she finished speaking than Mr. Langford slammed his fist onto the table. “You’re delusional! What makes you think a country girl like you is good enough for our family?”

He glared at her, his voice icy. “From the very beginning, it wasn’t just your infertility I objected to. Do you really not understand why I refused to let McNeil marry you? You think McNeil is so easy to control? If he didn’t want something, not even I could force him. Marrying Victoria was his own decision—he insisted on it. You honestly believe I forced him?”

Violet shook her head in disbelief. “You control everything in this family. McNeil would never dare go against you. Please, don’t insult my intelligence.”

Mr. Langford let out a cold, mirthless chuckle. “Whatever you think, you’ll never be part of this family.”

He signaled to the guards nearby. “Take her. Now.”

Before Violet could react, her arms were forced behind her back. She struggled, terrified by what he might do.

“You should’ve been grateful for what you had,” he growled. “Staying by McNeil’s side was the most I was ever willing to allow. But you want more? You want to marry in?”

He pointed at her, his eyes full of hate. “You’ll never set foot in this family. Call the doctor—have her uterus removed.”