Rachel's POV
The food was good. I'd meant that when I said it.
Camilla had put real effort into the meal and the wine she'd opened was from the upper end of Vincent's rack, you don’t see these kinds of bottles out on ordinary evenings.
She'd set the table with the good linen and lit the candles and put on a red dress and done her makeup, and all of it told me exactly what she'd been building toward before we walked through the door.
She wanted an alone time with Vincent, maybe her intention was to seduce him and I ruined her whole plan. It was no wonder she glared at me hard.
I knew what I was doing when I walked through the door.
I was done being the person who stepped back. Camilla had taken my husband, had taken years of my life. She had won every round by making me the passive on
