The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge

Chapter 389 He even made McNeil buy that house on Winding Peak Lane-the very one he'd once meant to gift to Victoria-just so he could give it to her instead.

All these years, Violet had advanced step by step, always calculating, always cautious, just for this final victory. Now, with her goal finally within reach, the old man had gone and taken everything from her-literally. He'd had her uterus removed.

Hatred surged in Violet's chest, wild and relentless, like a storm-tossed sea.

What made it all worse was that McNeil hadn't called her once this past week. Not a single message. He hadn't even bothered to ask where she was.

In the end, she had to swallow her pride and reach out to him first, sobbing uncontrollably over the phone. McNeil immediately picked up on the distress in her voice. In all the the'd known Violet, he couldn't recall her ever crying like this.

"What happened?" he asked, concern finally breaking through his usual reserve.

Since his divorce from Victoria, McNeil had been in a deep funk, barely paying attention to anything else. Even the internal share transfers at the company had been handled discreetly, behind closed doors-no one else had any idea.

Violet's voice was ragged. "McNeil, I'll never be a mother. I'll never be a woman again." Her sobs cin sharp waves, each one making the situation sound more dire. "Slow down. Tellwhat happened, start from the beginning," McNeil urged, dread creeping into his voice.

Violet hesitated for a long moment, then finally decided to tell him the whole truth.

"It was your father. When he found out I was able to have children again, he hadkidnapped. He forcedinto surgery-he had my uterus removed." McNeil was stunned, his expression freezing in shock.

Violet kept crying, her grief echoing down the line, but McNeil was no longer calm.

"How did my father find out about this?" he demanded.

The only the'd learned Violet could have children was when Victoria had mentioned it in court.

Violet sniffled miserably. "It must have been Victoria who told him. When she cto collect the house, I accidentally let it slip. She must have wanted to make sure we couldn't be together, so she told your father everything. He did this to make sure I couldn't have your child. As a woman, losing my ability to have children... My whole life is ruined." McNeil gripped his phone in silence for a long time, then finally said, "Where are you now? Textthe address— I'll cover." When McNeil arrived at the apartment building where Violet was staying, he recognized it instantly. It was one of The Langford Group's properties, but not his -his father's.

His heart skipped a beat as he headed upstairs.

He knocked. Violet, pale and frail, struggled to open the door. The moment she saw McNeil, she collapsed into his arms, sobbing uncontrollably.

"What am I going to do?" she wailed. "I can't have children anymore. I'll never be able to... never again..." She clung to McNeil's neck, crying until her whole body shook. Gently but firmly, he pried her hands off and guided her to the sofa.

"Telleverything. I want to hear the truth from you, every detail." McNeil couldn't believe his father would do something so drastic just because of a few words from Victoria.

Truth was, Violet was feeling guilty. If she hadn't gotten cocky and tried to show off to the old man, maybe he never would've known she could conceive again.

She'd made a fatal miscalculation. She should've gotten pregnant with McNeil's child first, then brought the baby to the Langford family-once she had their grandchild, nothing could threaten her. She remembered reading about someone who'd done just that and walked away with a fortune.

But Violet wasn't after money. If she'd wanted money, she could've earned it herself. What she really wanted was to marry McNeil, to becMrs. Langford, openly and without shame.

Now, that dream was shattered beyond repair. There was no way to use a child to secure her place in high society anymore.

She was desperate now, willing to risk everything. The only card she had left was her suffering the hope that McNeil's guilt over what happened would bind him to her.

"McNeil, you know I have stomach cancer. I won't live much longer. All I ever wanted was to spend the rest of my days quietly by your side, but it feels like fate won't lethave even that much." Her voice was raw with grief, eyes shining with tears as she looked at him.

"If I die, I only have one wish. Please letbe your bride, even if it's just for a day." McNeil was silent for a long tbefore he finally spoke.

"I owe you a life, and I'll repay it. But I can't marry you, Violet. I just can't."

His words struck her like a slap, but she didn't lash out or comptain. M Instead, she nodded, heartbreak written all over her face.

"I understand. You don't need to explain. I'd never force you or make things harder for you. Just know that I love you, McNeil. No matter what happens, there will always be a girl named Violet who lived her whole life for you, willing to give you everything-even her life. If there's another life after this one, I'd be content just to have a place by your side."

As she finished speaking, Violet suddenly grabbed a fruit knife from d a the table and slashed it across her wrist with desperate force. Blood poured down her arm.

"What are you doing?" McNeil shouted, rushing to her side.

"McNeil, please," she begged, her voice breaking. "Letbe your bride before I die. Just once-even if it's just pretend."