The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge novel Chapter 482

“You really think you’re still an eighteen-year-old girl? And your daughter’s just as much of a tramp as you are.”

The word “tramp” seemed to strike a nerve in Violet. Unhurried, she slid into the driver’s seat and flicked on the headlights.

The beams blasted across the lot, turning darkness into daylight. Sid squinted under the harsh light, shielding his eyes with one hand.

Then Violet slammed her foot on the gas. The car hurtled toward Sid without hesitation.

Sid panicked, terror freezing his limbs. He’d thought Violet wouldn’t dare, but the way she handled the car was unhinged—no matter where he ran, she kept the headlights trained on him, her aim unerring.

Cornered, with nowhere left to run, Sid crumpled to his knees.

“I’m sorry, okay? It’s all my fault—please, don’t hit me!”

Violet gripped the wheel, stopping only at the very last second. Sure, she wasn’t allowed to race anymore, but that didn’t mean she’d lost her touch behind the wheel.

Yulia lit a cigarette, exhaling a thin stream of smoke as she stared coldly at Sid. “Get lost. And don’t ever show your face around me again.”

She slipped into the passenger seat.

“So, is this why you called me here? Just to put on a show?”

“No,” Violet replied. “I wanted you to see the real man you’ve been sharing a bed with. Before you got any more attached. Mom, we’re running out of money. We’re almost broke. I don’t want to go back to the way things were.”

Yulia flicked her cigarette out the window, her chin raised as she blew out the last drag, her features twisted in bitterness.

“You think I want things to go back to how they were? You think I don’t know that sleazebag was stringing me along? Men like him, they’re all the same—liars, every last one of them. Simms most of all. I’ve watched him for years, and look where that’s gotten me.”

Violet was silent for a moment.

She’d overheard Simms on the phone, buying off the authorities to bury the accident.

The security camera at the corner was quietly removed. There was nothing to trace, no evidence left.

If Simms died, all she’d need was a paternity test to inherit everything he owned, even his company.

She was sure—without Simms, she’d finally have room to breathe, to take control. She wouldn’t have to depend on anyone ever again.

Yulia gave a sly, approving smile. “Fine. If you’ve got the guts, I’m with you all the way. If he’s going to die, let’s make sure he stays dead.”

Violet glanced at her, a slow smile spreading across her lips. “But I don’t trust you, and I won’t do it myself. I’m just telling you: from now on, we’re all we’ve got. Just the two of us.”

She paused, her voice growing soft but determined. “If we work together, there’s no end to how rich we could be. Don’t you think I’m right, Mom?”