Chapter 22

"I'm Victoria's husband."

Osborn's expression faltered for a split second before a sly, almost mocking smile tugged at his lips as he shook McNeil's hand.

The handshake was firm-too firm. Both men could feel the unspoken hostility in the pressure of each other's grip.

"Osborn. Vicky's—” he paused, gaze flicking to Victoria, "old friend from university."

Osborn didn't bother hiding the way he sized McNeil up, his look openly challenging, bordering on provocative.

"So you're the mysterious husband Vicky's been hiding all this time? Did you two really get married, or is that just another smoke screen you cooked up, Vicky?"

Victoria lowered her gaze, the shadow of a bitter smile twisting her lips. Of course. Everyone her friends, her family-all knew about her so-called "secret" marriage.

But in McNeil's world, no one really knew Victoria at all.

"Secret marriage? That's not quite right," McNeil replied, utterly unruffled. He laced his fingers with Victoria's, as if making a statement for all to see. Victoria tried to pull away, almost recoiling from his touch, but his grip was unyielding. With Osborn right there, she didn't want to make a scene, so she let him hold on.

Our marriage is

blunt honesty,

could read the meaning in Osborn's eyes well

Victoria had never mentioned

his presence. In six years of marriage, their conversations

voice unexpectedly gentle, a husband doting on his wife.

of McNeil's performance, let out a faint, derisive chuckle but held

"Vicky-"

home," Victoria cut him off, making it clear she didn't

this way to find her,

of marriage, she knew: McNeil never gave up until he got what

to his car. He pushed her into the back seat, closed

glow from a streetlamp outside. She

"Victoria, you're something else."

weeks, scouring every place she might

bodies were so close she could hear

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