The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge novel Chapter 420

Violet stood frozen, utterly stunned, as the guests below the stage began to rise from their seats.

In this world of the elite, everyone measured each other by family background and power. Violet, who’d only managed to gain a little recognition in the business world because of her connection to McNeil, was suddenly exposed for who she really was. Now that her true identity was revealed, not a single person in the room spared her a glance.

To them, simply attending the wedding of a fraud was humiliation enough.

They’d only come out of respect for the Langford family name. But with McNeil fleeing the ceremony, and the only CEO of Golden Era Enterprises vanishing—leaving his so-called fiancée’s niece behind—Violet was left completely alone.

And now, to top it off, she was being led away by police on charges of theft. It was a minor matter, not even worth a formal investigation.

The once-eager reporters quickly lowered their cameras, some even deleting the footage they’d just shot.

They were here to chase high-society scandals, not to broadcast someone’s disgrace.

By tomorrow, everything that happened today would vanish without a trace, and Violet’s name would never be mentioned again.

Two officers gripped Violet’s arms.

“Careful—don’t touch the dress,” one officer warned his partner with a smirk. “That gown costs more than our annual salaries put together. We’re not paying for it if something happens.”

The other officer’s expression was all business. “Ma’am, please follow our female officer backstage and change out of the dress. We’ll have staff keep an eye on your belongings. You may call a family member for bail—otherwise, you’ll be held for at least two weeks.”

Violet felt as if her world was collapsing.

She refused to take off the wedding dress, and she wasn’t about to follow them to the station without a fight.

“I’m Mrs. Langford. My husband is McNeil. You can call him directly—he’ll come and bail me out.”

The officer looked skeptical. “Your husband? We haven’t seen Mr. Langford here. If you’re sure, you can call him yourself.”

Violet snatched her phone and dialed McNeil’s number. It rang for what felt like forever before he finally answered.

“Violet, I’m sorry—”

His voice was raw, like he’d been crying.

Clutching the phone, Violet’s whole body shook. “McNeil, I’m not blaming you. Please, come bail me out. They’re saying I stole Victoria’s dress—I didn’t know it was patented. Just please, help me.”

Silence. Then, just as Violet started to repeat herself, McNeil finally spoke, his voice suddenly cold and distant.

Yulia was shaking with fury. If Violet had been standing in front of her, she’d have slapped her without hesitation.

Useless girl.

“Mom, no, please, listen to me! I swear, I didn’t invite those old fools—it must be someone trying to frame me. Think about it, all these years I haven’t had any contact with them. You and Uncle Simms are my real parents—why would I bring them to my wedding?”

Violet sobbed so hard she nearly fainted. If Yulia didn’t help her, she was finished.

McNeil had run off, probably to find Victoria, and who knew if he’d ever come back.

She couldn’t spend two weeks in a holding cell. What would people say? She needed to get back to work at V&S Group—without the wedding, her one shot was gone, and she knew there wouldn’t be another.

Yulia took a shaky breath to steady herself before asking, “Are you telling me the truth?”

Violet’s voice trembled, “I swear, Mom, it wasn’t me. Please believe me. It has to be Victoria—she’s behind all of this. She even called the police to get me arrested. Mom, you have to help me. Please.”

Yulia was furious, but this was her only daughter. She still hoped to ride Violet’s coattails to a better life.