The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge novel Chapter 167

Even if you slept with McNeil, that doesn’t mean he’ll come back to you. Victoria, whatever you two had is over now. You’d better look after yourself.

Victoria kept walking, not slowing her pace.

But behind her, Violet suddenly turned back. Victoria heard the scrape of shoes on the gravel and, right after, Violet’s startled scream. McNeil caught her just in time, steadying her before she could fall.

Victoria turned slightly, catching the scene out of the corner of her eye.

“Sorry, McNeil,” Violet said, a little breathless. “I didn’t sleep well last night. Must be a bit lightheaded.”

He helped her to her feet, his voice cool and distant. “Watch your step. Be careful.”

Curtis trailed after Victoria, close behind.

By the time all four of them arrived at the hot springs resort, it was nearly noon.

Inside the lobby, Ailie paced like a caged cat, anxiety etched on her face. Relief washed over her as soon as she spotted Victoria.

“Victoria, where on earth did you go all night?”

Ailie had been terrified they’d never find her. If anything had happened—she couldn’t imagine living with that guilt.

“Ms. Turner, you certainly know how to enjoy yourself,” Maisie chimed in, unable to hide her irritation. “Off on your little solo hike, leaving the rest of us behind. Did it occur to you we were all worried sick?”

Maisie was clearly upset. Ms. Marchand had arranged a whole day of fun activities, but everything had been scrapped because Victoria disappeared. The much-anticipated overnight hike had turned into a morning spent waiting around for her.

Jack and George had already driven the cars from the campsite down Winding Peak Lane to the hotel. After lunch, everyone would be heading back to the office.

For Maisie, Nelly, and the rest of the senior team, this was probably the most anticlimactic—and yet, weirdly memorable—company retreat they’d ever had. It was as if the main act had ended before it even began, leaving everyone with a bad taste in their mouths and more gossip than entertainment.

Ailie still hadn’t let go of Victoria’s hand, holding on as if she was afraid she’d vanish again.