The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge novel Chapter 408

Violet thought she must have misheard. When it finally sank in that McNeil had actually agreed to marry her, she was so overjoyed that she burst into tears.

“What do I need to prepare?”

It seemed she’d made the right move. Once she and McNeil held the wedding, she’d have to thank Kelvin properly.

“You don’t need to prepare anything.”

McNeil drove Violet back to her apartment. When they arrived downstairs, she gazed at him with longing.

“Are you not staying tonight?”

He shook his head. “No. You’re still recovering—you need rest. Don’t worry about the company for now.”

Panic flickered across Violet’s face. “No, I have to go to V&S Group. I know I only have three months left, but I want to make every day count while I’m still here.

McNeil, you know I’m not like Victoria—I don’t want to live off a man.”

McNeil’s eyes were cold as ice. He looked at Violet, his voice devoid of warmth.

“There’s no comparison between you and her. Get some rest.”

With that, McNeil turned away, got into his car, and didn’t look back.

Violet lay awake all night. After a while, she picked up her phone and sent a message to Victoria, hoping her number hadn’t changed or been disconnected.

“McNeil proposed to me today. We’ll be having a wedding soon. I don’t know if you’ll have time to attend.”

There was no reply, but Violet knew Victoria had seen the message.

Whether she came or not didn’t matter; it wasn’t really an invitation.

When Yasmine read that McNeil had proposed, she was both shocked and angry. What was Violet trying to prove? Ms. Turner and McNeil were already divorced, yet Violet still insisted on rubbing it in.

Yasmine glanced at Victoria’s pregnant belly. She was due in just two months. What if Ms. Turner saw this and got so upset it hurt the baby?

That Violet Marchand was absolutely despicable.

For the first time, Yasmine took it upon herself to delete every message from Violet, and even blocked her number.

How dare someone like her try to show off in front of Ms. Turner.

She gently set Victoria’s phone back beside her, then quietly left the room to call Ailie.

Ailie, meanwhile, was at home, enjoying a face mask and a bowl of fruit.