The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge novel Chapter 395

What stung Violet the most was that, even after all this time, McNeil had never once touched her.

“If I were to die right here, right in front of you, would you still refuse to give me a wedding?” she asked, her voice trembling.

McNeil didn’t even hesitate. “No. That’s the one thing I can never give you, no matter what. Violet, we’ll never have that kind of relationship. But if you want anything else, I’ll do my best to get it for you.”

Tears streamed down Violet’s face, and then, suddenly, she started laughing through her sobs. “Alright, you said it yourself. Anything I want, you’ll help me get. Then I want V&S Group.”

She stared at McNeil for a long time, waiting for a response that never came. Finally, she let out a bitter laugh. “Don’t tell me you can’t even manage that. You promised—anything but marriage.”

She wanted everything Victoria ever cared about; everything Victoria loved or valued, Violet was determined to take for herself.

If McNeil refused her now, it didn’t matter. It was only a matter of time.

“He just got divorced—he must still have some leftover feelings for Victoria as his ex-wife. But give it three months, six months, a year—will he still be able to say with such certainty that he’ll never marry her?” Violet thought. That was impossible. No man could stand to go so long without a woman by his side.

She was about to say more, but McNeil finally spoke.

“Alright.”

He almost hoped Victoria truly cared about V&S Group. She’d already taken so much from him—her share of the Langford Group, a full five percent, and then another fifty percent from his father, though the transfer hadn’t officially gone through yet for reasons he hadn’t asked about.

Now, V&S Group was legally hers. The company belonged to her, but so far, business carried on as usual—Victoria hadn’t returned to take over Violet’s role, hadn’t even shown her face. After the trial, Victoria had vanished overnight, as if she’d ceased to exist.

McNeil had considered going to Evermore City to find her, but now that they were divorced, what excuse did he have? Besides, after the way he’d treated Stein, even if he did find Victoria, Stein would probably keep her hidden, refusing to let them meet.

“I’ll go back to V&S Group tomorrow,” he said at last. “I’ll be your CEO, as you asked.”

If Victoria truly cared about the company, she’d show up once Violet took charge—wouldn’t she?

And what about her promise to visit Gwyneth three times a week? It was part of the divorce settlement, written and stamped by the court. What did it mean now?

It had been a week since the divorce, and Victoria hadn’t come to his house to see Gwyneth, not even once.

Victoria had always kept her word before. But this time, it was as if every agreement she made was just a convenient excuse.

To McNeil, Victoria had become a complete liar—and not just any liar, but a cunning one.

He’d even gone to the Turner family’s house, but Haley hadn’t so much as opened the door for him.

He’d always taken her kindness for granted.

And the cruelest joke of all? Only now, after she’d truly left, did he realize he’d never really cared about her at all.

He didn’t know what she wanted, didn’t know her hobbies, her dress size, or even her shoe size.

Even at the end, when Victoria decided to leave, all he could do was hand over whatever assets belonged to her.

He’d never cared about her happiness, never taken her to a single movie, never admitted in public that she was his wife.

They’d never even picked up their daughter from preschool together.

Night air whipped away the smoke from his cigarette, and before he noticed, a scalding tear slipped down the back of his hand.

Where had Victoria gone? Would she ever come back?

God, what a fool he’d been.