The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge novel Chapter 416

“I have no idea.”

“Of course you don’t—just like you, clueless as ever.”

Simms had already left, and Yulia was sobbing uncontrollably. Turning away, she couldn’t bring herself to step back inside.

Violet stood frozen for a split second before raising her voice, “Security! Get these two country bumpkins out of here. They must have the wrong person. How could you let anyone just wander in?”

As she finished, Violet shot a panicked look at McNeil and rushed to explain.

“McNeil, listen to me, I’m not—”

“Oh, Violet,” her mother interrupted, her tone sharp and wounded, “have some conscience. We worked ourselves to the bone to raise you, brought you all the way to Starfall City. On such an important day, we came all this way, and now you’re ashamed of your parents just because we’re from the countryside?”

Violet’s mother suddenly collapsed onto the floor, wailing and beating her fists on the ground.

“Everyone, look at this! Judge for yourselves—this is the ungrateful daughter we cherished and raised. Now she’s marrying into money, she won’t even acknowledge us!”

Security guards hurried over as Violet’s father started shouting, accusing her of being heartless. As the staff tried to usher the couple away, they only clung tighter to the chaos, turning the wedding into a full-blown scene. Guests whispered and exchanged glances, some staring, others quietly gossiping. The reporters, sensing a scandal, snapped photos of Violet and her “parents” nonstop.

“What are you all standing around for? Get them out of here!” Violet screamed, her composure unraveling as tears spilled down her cheeks.

After all, we fed and clothed you, I nursed you as a baby—and now that you’ve made it big, you’re just going to deny us? Tell me, everyone: are we really in the wrong here?”

But the guests just watched in awkward silence, treating Violet’s family drama as little more than a spectacle.

“Well, would you look at the Langford family—what a circus,” someone muttered under their breath. “A secret wife, a messy divorce, a child left behind, and now at the second wedding, nobody even knows where the bride came from. What a show.”

“Who can say?” another replied. “Scandals like this happen all the time. Looks like the Langfords have finally met their match.”

Violet clutched McNeil’s hand, her voice trembling. “McNeil, please, make them leave. I swear I don’t know who brought them here. You have to believe me—they’re not my real parents. You know my birth parents; it’s Simms and Yulia.”