The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge novel Chapter 452

Fiona clutched her stomach, crying out in pain as Simms swept her up in his arms and hurried out. He didn’t spare so much as a glance at Yulia, who lay writhing on the floor, suffering just as terribly.

Only once Simms’ figure had completely vanished did Violet dare to creep over to Yulia, her voice trembling. “Mom, I’ve called an ambulance. Please, you have to hang on. Don’t leave me.”

If Yulia died, Violet would be left utterly alone—no one left to protect her.

Yulia lay sprawled on the floor, her breaths shallow and ragged, each one weaker than the last.

Simms had shown her no mercy; his blows had nearly killed her. All for a woman he’d known less than two years—he would have ended her life without a second thought.

So much for twenty years together; what did decades mean to a man and a woman in the end? The longer the years dragged on, the duller the feelings became, until all that was left was mutual exploitation.

Yulia had seen it coming long ago, but even so, she still couldn’t let go of her feelings.

Violet stayed by her side all the way to the hospital. The emergency room light burned for over four hours before the doctors finally managed to save Yulia’s life.

When Yulia finally opened her eyes, her first words were laced with venom. “Violet, I won’t let Simms get away with this. He’ll pay for what he’s done. I swear it.”

Evermore City

Victoria Turner stared at the message on her phone. It was from Fiona.

“The baby’s gone. Yulia did it.”

Victoria’s lips curled into a faint smile as she read the words.

“Understood. Get some rest,” she replied, and, as promised, wired over five million dollars to Fiona.

Seeing the money in her account, Fiona finally felt at ease.

When the doctor told her she’d lost the baby, her first thought had been to let Victoria know. As soon as she saw those millions credited to her account, she knew Victoria had meant every word.

Now, all that remained was to keep driving a wedge between Simms and Yulia—and to make Simms himself admit that Victoria wasn’t his daughter.

It had taken Fiona two years at Simms’ side to gain his trust. Now, the endgame was in sight.

Fiona hiccupped, wiping at her tears. “Marry me. Let’s get married.”

If Fiona could still have children, Simms wouldn’t have hesitated. But now she said she couldn’t. It made things complicated.

There were plenty of women in the world—if not Fiona, he could always find another.

The important thing was that he was nearly fifty; he needed a son to inherit his business.

As for Violet, he’d already written her off. That daughter of his was never going back to the McNeil Langford family.

“We’ll talk about marriage after you’re out of the hospital,” Simms said, stalling for time. Fiona had expected this.

“Alright,” she said with a weak smile. “But after my recovery, can I work at your company? If you ever leave me, at least I’ll be able to support myself.”

Fiona was only testing him. With over five million sitting in her bank account, she had no need for a job. But Ms. Turner wanted her to stick close to Golden Era Enterprises, and, sure enough, Simms refused.

“You’re better off staying home as Mrs. Miller. Why wear yourself out at work for a measly paycheck?”