The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge novel Chapter 445

She stumbled back to Yulia’s place, only to walk in on a vicious shouting match between Yulia and Simms.

“Look at yourself! Do you see any trace of a dignified lady left in you? You’re nothing but a common shrew,” Simms spat, shaking Yulia off and straightening the sleeves of his suit.

Violet burst through the door and rushed to stand protectively in front of Yulia. “What’s going on here, Dad?”

Simms silenced her with a cutting gesture. “Don’t call me Dad. You’re a disgrace. You can’t even handle McNeil. Don’t go around telling people you’re my daughter.”

Violet’s temper snapped. “I am your daughter by blood! If McNeil doesn’t want me, then go yell at Victoria instead of taking it out on me.”

Simms scoffed, cold and dismissive. “You and your mother are both useless. What good are either of you to me?”

He was already adjusting his tie, preparing to leave, but Yulia blocked his path. “You’re going to see that tramp again, aren’t you? I won’t allow it! Simms, all these years I’ve stood by you, no matter what you did. I supported you through everything, and this is how you repay me?”

Yulia’s anger boiled over. Ever since Violet had fallen out of McNeil’s favor, Simms had all but stopped caring about her. Lately, he was barely home—a different man, always gone before dawn, sometimes not returning at all. Yulia’s suspicions had grown, so she’d hired a private investigator, and what she found confirmed her worst fears: Simms was keeping another woman.

“There are plenty of people who support me, not just you,” Simms sneered. “Besides, you’ve had your share of benefits these years—what haven’t I given you? Jewelry, money, the house—nothing but the title was withheld. I thought you and your daughter could win me some respect, but you’re not even half as useful as that brat Victoria.”

His words sliced through Yulia, cruel and deliberate.

“That’s right, you idiot! How many times have I told you not to cross Victoria head-on? She’s as cunning as her dead mother—I’ve spent over twenty years keeping my head down, waiting for Edith Turner to die before I could step into the spotlight.

Years ago, your father wanted to drag me into high society, but I refused. I waited until I could bring you back from the countryside, waited until Edith was gone. I was so close—Victoria finally divorced McNeil, and you had the perfect chance, but you ruined everything.”

Yulia clutched at her chest, glaring at the daughter she had once been so proud of. Violet had played her cards almost perfectly, nearly winning McNeil’s affection. Yulia had been on the verge of becoming Mrs. Miller herself, already scheming to give Simms a son. But in the end, it had all fallen apart because of Violet.

Violet had come for comfort, but found only Yulia’s resentment. Bitterness welled up inside her.

“If you’re so angry, why don’t you get rid of Victoria yourself?” she snapped.