The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge

Chapter 166

He held her tightly, forcing her into his arms. The fire cast their tangled shadows across the cave wall. He grabbed a fistful of her long, dark hair, making her look at him, whether she wanted to or not.

But in her eyes, he could no longer find even a trace of the deep love she'd once had for him.

They spent the night intertwined. When dawn broke and Victoria woke, she found herself curled up in McNeil's arms.

She quickly pushed him away, and McNeil stirred awake as well.

Neither of them said a word. It was as if the passion of the previous night had been nothing more than a dream.

Outside, the weather had cleared. Violet was the first to find them.

The moment she saw Victoria and McNeil-just the two of them alone in the cave -her expression immediately turned cold.

She strode over and stood beside McNeil, her gaze sharp as she looked Victoria up and down, her eyes filled with suspicion.

"You two. Everything all right?"

Her tone left little doubt about what she was implying.

McNeil and Victoria were fully dressed, and Violet

out of concern for the team during the retreat. Maybe he'd never

had the upper hand in every way. McNeil hadn't loved Victoria

that I see you're safe, I can

a display of

and headed

nothing had happened and followed her out

out a sigh of relief. "Victoria, are you okay? We've been searching for

for

She and McNeil were still married, and nothing about their behavior had been out of line, yet she couldn't shake

was the one having an illicit

glanced at McNeil,

Langford spent the night here

knew, McNeil was in love with Violet-or at

the line with Victoria. After all, she was married,

at Violet, suddenly

married, yet he was involved with Violet anyway. So if he and Victoria had been alone together all night... was

smoothly. Technically,