The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge novel Chapter 410

Simms and Yulia nodded in agreement, both convinced that McNeil had thought of everything. Only Violet knew the truth—every word was a lie she’d spun herself.

Since the day McNeil had agreed to marry her, nothing else had happened. Every step, every detail, she’d managed on her own.

She’d written the entire guest list alone, planning to show it to McNeil today, and to bring up the question of her wedding dress while she was at it.

Suddenly, Violet remembered the wedding gown Victoria had designed for her own anniversary with McNeil—the one Violet hadn’t been able to stop thinking about. She’d tried to bring it home once, but Victoria had snatched it back immediately.

Now that Victoria and McNeil were divorced, and Victoria hadn’t even bothered to claim their house—since Gwyn was still living there—it stood to reason the gown was probably still in the closet at McNeil and Victoria’s old place.

After lunch with Simms and Yulia, Violet drove straight to McNeil’s house.

When the doorbell rang, Xenia opened the door, her expression instantly souring at the sight of Violet.

“Who are you here for this time? Neither Mr. nor Mrs. Langford is home.”

It was the weekend, and Gwyn, hearing voices at the door, came running out. When she saw Violet, her face lit up.

“Violet! What are you doing here? I’ve missed you!”

It had been ages since they’d last seen each other. Smiling, Violet handed Gwyn the gift she’d brought.

“I missed you too, sweetheart. I just wanted to see you. Your auntie’s been thinking about you.”

Xenia was clearly reluctant to let Violet inside, but she couldn’t stop Gwyn, who was already tugging Violet by the hand into the house. With a sigh, Xenia relented—after all, she was just the housekeeper and had no real say in these matters.

Violet played with Gwyn for a little while before she began wandering through the house, her eyes searching. Xenia, noticing the shift in her demeanor, grew suspicious and blocked her path.

“Ms. Marchand, please have some respect. This is Mr. and Mrs. Langford’s home. You can’t just roam around wherever you please.”

Violet’s gaze turned icy.

“You mean your Mrs. Langford? Well, your ‘Mrs.’ is about to change—haven’t you heard? Victoria and McNeil are divorced. The court gave the house to McNeil, and our wedding date is already set. We’ll be married by next week.”

The tension between Violet and Xenia was palpable. Gwyn caught wind of the argument and hurried over, wide-eyed.

“Is it true, Violet? Are you really going to marry Daddy?”

Violet nodded, ruffling Gwyn’s hair.

With that, Gwyneth broke down in tears. No matter what Violet said, she couldn’t calm her. Xenia’s expression darkened further as she watched Gwyneth sob.

“I’m sorry, Ms. Marchand, but you’ve done enough. Our family doesn’t welcome you here. Even if you do marry Mr. Langford, that’s a week away. For now, you’re not the lady of the house, so please leave.”

Violet ignored her, pulling out her phone to call her bodyguards.

A moment later, several suited men appeared behind her. Faced with that intimidating presence, Xenia had no choice but to step aside.

Violet shot her a cold look.

“I’ve tolerated you all this time because you’re one of the old staff, but don’t forget your place. You’re the help—don’t get any ideas above your station. I can have McNeil fire you at any moment. Believe it.”

Xenia said nothing.

Gwyneth, still heartbroken, ran to her room and threw herself on her bed, sobbing. Violet didn’t have time for her; instead, she turned to her bodyguards and issued her orders.

“Search every room in this house. When you find the wedding dress, bring it to me.”

Only then did Xenia realize—this woman hadn’t come to see Miss Gwyneth at all. She was after something else. But what, she couldn’t say.