As soon as the plane touched down, Camila was the first one out of her seat, practically sprinting through the terminal.
She grabbed a taxi, her voice tight with urgency. "Médica Sur, por favor. Rápido." The taxi driver, sensing her distress, nodded and sped off, weaving through the city's chaotic traffic. The journey was a blur of honking horns, crowded streets, and towering buildings. Camila pulled out her phone, dialing Rachel's number, her heart pounding in her chest. "Rachel..." Camila's voice trembled, strained with a 20-hour flight's worth of fear. "How is he? Is he stable now?" "Camila," Rachel's voice was low, heavy. "He... he hasn't regained consciousness. They're still running tests, but... it's not good." Camila's breath hitched. "What? What do you mean, 'not good'?" "His breathing is... erratic. They're doing everything they can." Rachel said.. "Please, just get here." "So you mean he has been unconscious for more than twenty hours? Didn't he receive medical attention on time?" Camila demanded, her voice rising. "Twenty hours! What kind of hospital is this? Why isn't he stable yet?" "Camila, please, you're not helping," Rachel pleaded. "They're doing everything they can. They got him here as soon as he collapsed. It's just—" Camila snapped. "Get a specialist! Get someone who knows what they're doing!" "We're trying, Camila," Rachel said, her voice strained. "But you need to get here. He needs you." "I'm coming, tell me where he is." "ICU, room 302," Rachel replied. "Hurry. The taxi screeched to a halt in front of the hospital's entrance. Camila didn't wait for the change, throwing bills at the driver and slamming the door. She rushed through the automatic doors, her eyes scanning the lobby for the ICU signs, and there it was: the "ICU" arrow. She followed the signs, her footsteps echoing in the sterile hallway. Each step felt like an eternity. She reached the ICU doors, her heart pounding in her chest. She pushed them open, her eyes searching for room 302. She spotted the elevator bank to her right and slid in. But just as the doors were about to close, a man’s voice called out, "Hold the doors!" Camila froze. That voice. She knew that voice. The man who had called earlier rushed into the elevator, and then, his face came into view. That’s when it dawned on her. Camila body stiffen, completely numb as she stared at the familiar face like she had seen a ghost. Lawson. The man she had loved but now hated. The scenario she was trying to avoid was now staring back at her like a mocking reality. Before she could even process her thoughts, another voice, sharp and urgent, cut through the silence. "Lawson! Wait! How could you just walk out on me like that?" Diane rushed towards the closing elevator doors and slid through the narrowing gap. Just as the doors were about to meet, Lawson held the doors open, a flicker of indecision in his eyes. He seemed momentarily caught between the desire to step out and confront Diane and the urge to retreat. But as Diane took another step forward, Lawson's expression hardened. Without a word, he slid back into the elevator, his movement swift. "Law—" The doors slammed shut, leaving Diane standing alone in shock and disbelief. Inside the elevator, the air crackled with unspoken tension. Camila remained motionless behind Lawson; her brother's situation was now like a fog in her mind. The sight of him, so unexpected, had shattered the fragile composure she'd clung to during the frantic flight. She wasn't just seeing Lawson; she was reliving every moment of their shared past, every promise broken, every tear shed. Suddenly, Lawson let out a sigh and turned around, rubbing his temples. "I'm sorry about the... scene earlier..." he said, and Camila couldn't help but chuckle in disbelief. When did he become so nice? That apology was irritating, unnecessary. She didn't need it. She looked away, ignoring him with her jaw clenched. Why now, of all times, did Lawson have to appear? She wished the ground could open up and swallow him, not her, because standing in his presence made her feel sick and disgusted. Now the lift was becoming a suffocating metal box. And worst of all, Camila could feel Lawson's eyes on her, a persistent, unwanted pressure. It was as if he were trying to pierce through the wall she'd erected to see the raw, exposed nerves beneath. She gripped the handrail. She wanted to scream at him, to demand that he disappear, to evaporate into the thin air from which he'd materialized. But the words remained trapped. How could she say that to him? She was a unrecognizable, no longer wife Camila anymore. Seconds ticked by, and Lawson occasionally glanced back at her. Now Camila could no longer take it. "Would you just stop staring!" she snapped keeping her voice calm as ever despite the storming ragging in her. Lawson's brow furrowed. "Excuse me?" "You heard me; look away." She shot back, willing the door to open right now, because she knew she sounded pathetic, but she couldn't help it; she couldn't control her emotions anymore. Lawson's brow furrowed further, a flicker of confusion in his eyes. He opened his mouth to speak, but the door opened, interrupting him. Finally. Camila took advantage of the distraction to step out of the elevator. She could feel Lawson's gaze on her back, but she didn't even look back. She needed to escape, to breathe, to find some semblance of control and focus on what's more important: reaching her brother's bedside. So she pushed back the thoughts about him and focused on the room beckoning her ahead. She slipped into room it like she aas being chased. by her own demons. The beeping of machines hit her like a slap in the face, jolting her back to reality. Her brother, Cole lay motionless in the bed. Camila's heart sank, and her eyes welled up with tears as she rushed to his side.“Cole," Camila whispered as she gently reached out to touch his hand.His chest rose and fell in a steady, unsettling rhythm. The last time she'd seen him like this, they were kids, and he'd accidentally eaten a peanut butter sandwich at school. The memory flashed before her eyes: the frantic rush to the hospital, the suffocating fear, the helplessness.Now history had repeated itself.She looked around the room, expecting to see Rachel, but she was nowhere to be found.Shouldn't she be right by his side?Just then, the door swung open, and a chorus of voices shouted."SURPRISE!"Camila snapped her head toward the doorway. Rachel stood there, grinning, surrounded by Cole's friends and a scattering of unfamiliar faces. A man holding a violin stood out in the crowd.Before she could process the chaos, they began to sing, "Happy birthday to you..." with a man playing the violin along with them.Camila blinked, turning to Cole only to find him seated upright, grinning from ear to ear. It
Following the jarring collision with Lawson outside the hospital, Camila's already frayed nerves snapped. "You again," she muttered, her voice flat. She couldn't believe her luck—or rather, her lack thereof. Now he had to materialize at such bad timing. Lawson's brow furrowed. "Do we know each other? 'Cause I don't know why it seems you know me from somewhere." His eyes scanned her face, a flicker of confusion mixed with something else.Camila tightened her grip on her purse, trying to maintain her composure. "No," she said, cool and dismissive. "I don't believe we do." She tried to move past him, but he shifted, blocking her path."You were quite rude in the elevator, telling me to stop staring. That implies some kind of… familiarity.""I was stressed," Camila retorted, her voice sharp. "And you were staring. It was uncomfortable.""Stressed?" Lawson repeated, his eyes narrowing slightly. "You seemed… hostile. Like you had a personal vendetta." He paused, his gaze fixed on her fa
As Lawson dragged Diane out of the hospital, he tried to keep his composure as much as possible. "Lawson, what's wrong with you?" Diane exclaimed as she struggled to keep up with his pace.Lawson didn't respond, his jaw clenched in anger.As if dealing with Diane's tantrums wasn't enough, he now had the nerve of a strange woman to contend with—a woman who had looked at him with such disdain, such hostility, that it still lingered in his mind. He shook his head, chuckling wryly to himself.What was it about today? Was he wearing a sign that said "kick me"?He didn't even have enough time to fume from his argument with Diane. She had refused to consider surrogacy, and Lawson felt like she was being unreasonable.Wasn't she desperate to have a child after losing her baby two years ago? It seemed like she was still blaming him for the loss, and her daily tantrums were taking a toll on him. Having forced him to the hospital for a fertility check, and with the doctor giving them a better su
*A package will arrive in a few minutes. They are everything you'll need for the party. I'll have my driver come pick you up. That's if you change your mind, of course.*Camila rolled her eyes, shoving the phone face down on the nightstand. He just wouldn't give up. A party in Mexico was the last thing she wanted. She needed to leave, to put as much distance as possible between herself and this place, between herself and… him.But every hour, there's a new text message from Cole, persistent and irritating.Then, another vibration. She picked up her phone, expecting another message from Cole. But it wasn’t him this time. Just a time reminder. She looked at the time and realized she had been in the hotel room for an hour now. She had settled in for the day, planning to rest before her flight back to Australia.She sighed, running a hand through her hair. Right from the moment she checked into the hotel, Cole’s words had been a mantra, relentless in her head: "You're not over him, Camil
As the car came to a smooth stop, Camila stepped out onto the sleek, wooden dock. Before her, the majestic yacht rose from the water, its decks glowing with a mesmerizing display of lights. A little too dramatic for her liking. But it was something Cole would do—extravagant, attention-grabbing, and utterly over-the-top. It was a reflection of his personality, and Camila couldn't help but smile at the familiarity of it all. The evening air was alive with the soft hum of music and the gentle lapping of waves against the hull.Camila's gaze swept across the scene, and she couldn't deny the slight excitement. It all felt like a fairytale ball. Her dress, a stunning blue cocktail gown, sparkled with intricate, glittering details that caught the light as she moved. It hugged her curves perfectly, and she was beginning to wonder if Cole and Rachel had been keeping track of her measurements over the years.Classic Cole.As she made her way towards the entrance, she caught sight of Cole, deck
Camila's smile disappeared as she bit her lips, resisting the urge to retort. She took a slow, deliberate breath, reminding herself that she was in a public setting, and that she couldn't afford to lose control.She well knew what he was hinting at."Indeed," she said, her voice cool though edged with steel. "Some things never change."She didn't elaborate, leaving the statement hanging in the air, a subtle challenge to Antonio.She wanted to wipe that smug smile off his face.She turned to Cole, her smile returning, though it was now a brittle, almost artificial thing. "Cole, I'll—""Excuse me for a minute," Cole said, his eyes drifting somewhere else. "I need to go take care of something. You two have fun." He nodded at Antonio and Camila, his smile perfunctory, before turning and walking away.Camila's eyes narrowed, her gaze following Cole's retreating back, the silence between them now charged with a different kind of tension. Cole's sudden departure felt calculated, like a delib
Camilla watched as her marriage crumbled before her eyes. Her cousin Diane stood confidently before the entire Miller family, stroking her protruding belly. The room fell silent, all eyes fixed on Diane as her gaze swept across the room, locking on Camila briefly before moving on. “I’m carrying the Miller family heir,” she declared. Camila's mind reeled as she tried to process the implications of Diane's announcement. Who was the father? She turned in Lawson's direction, expecting to see shock or curiosity on his face. Instead, his expression was unreadable as he sat silently on the sofa, observing the scene unfold. She kept searching his face for answers, but It was as though he had no care in the world, didn’t care about her reaction or that of his family, and honestly, Camilla couldn’t quite grasp what was going on in his mind.“Lawson, is this true?” Camila asked, trying to keep her voice steady. “Did you cheat on me?”It was an unnecessary question, but Camilla couldn’t help i
For a moment Camila saw a flicker of guilt in his eyes. But it was quickly dismissed.Tears streamed down Camila's face as she repeated, as though trying to jog his memory, "I gave you my kidney.""And you were paid for it!" Lawson spat. "Paid for it?" she repeated, her voice trembling. "You think my kidney was for sale? You think I would have given it to you if I didn't love you?""Stop being dramatic, Camila," Lawson said, his voice cold. "Our marriage was based on a clear understanding: I needed a kidney, and you needed financial stability. You can't claim ignorance now.""I thought I was your wife," Camila whispered. "I thought I was the person you loved. But I was just a means to an end, wasn't I? A way for you to get your health back?""If that's the way you see it then, so be it." Lawson replied, his words devoid of any remorse."You know I didn't sign up to be a broodmare or a kidney donor. I thought I was marrying a man who would love and respect me, not use me for his own c
Camila's smile disappeared as she bit her lips, resisting the urge to retort. She took a slow, deliberate breath, reminding herself that she was in a public setting, and that she couldn't afford to lose control.She well knew what he was hinting at."Indeed," she said, her voice cool though edged with steel. "Some things never change."She didn't elaborate, leaving the statement hanging in the air, a subtle challenge to Antonio.She wanted to wipe that smug smile off his face.She turned to Cole, her smile returning, though it was now a brittle, almost artificial thing. "Cole, I'll—""Excuse me for a minute," Cole said, his eyes drifting somewhere else. "I need to go take care of something. You two have fun." He nodded at Antonio and Camila, his smile perfunctory, before turning and walking away.Camila's eyes narrowed, her gaze following Cole's retreating back, the silence between them now charged with a different kind of tension. Cole's sudden departure felt calculated, like a delib
As the car came to a smooth stop, Camila stepped out onto the sleek, wooden dock. Before her, the majestic yacht rose from the water, its decks glowing with a mesmerizing display of lights. A little too dramatic for her liking. But it was something Cole would do—extravagant, attention-grabbing, and utterly over-the-top. It was a reflection of his personality, and Camila couldn't help but smile at the familiarity of it all. The evening air was alive with the soft hum of music and the gentle lapping of waves against the hull.Camila's gaze swept across the scene, and she couldn't deny the slight excitement. It all felt like a fairytale ball. Her dress, a stunning blue cocktail gown, sparkled with intricate, glittering details that caught the light as she moved. It hugged her curves perfectly, and she was beginning to wonder if Cole and Rachel had been keeping track of her measurements over the years.Classic Cole.As she made her way towards the entrance, she caught sight of Cole, deck
*A package will arrive in a few minutes. They are everything you'll need for the party. I'll have my driver come pick you up. That's if you change your mind, of course.*Camila rolled her eyes, shoving the phone face down on the nightstand. He just wouldn't give up. A party in Mexico was the last thing she wanted. She needed to leave, to put as much distance as possible between herself and this place, between herself and… him.But every hour, there's a new text message from Cole, persistent and irritating.Then, another vibration. She picked up her phone, expecting another message from Cole. But it wasn’t him this time. Just a time reminder. She looked at the time and realized she had been in the hotel room for an hour now. She had settled in for the day, planning to rest before her flight back to Australia.She sighed, running a hand through her hair. Right from the moment she checked into the hotel, Cole’s words had been a mantra, relentless in her head: "You're not over him, Camil
As Lawson dragged Diane out of the hospital, he tried to keep his composure as much as possible. "Lawson, what's wrong with you?" Diane exclaimed as she struggled to keep up with his pace.Lawson didn't respond, his jaw clenched in anger.As if dealing with Diane's tantrums wasn't enough, he now had the nerve of a strange woman to contend with—a woman who had looked at him with such disdain, such hostility, that it still lingered in his mind. He shook his head, chuckling wryly to himself.What was it about today? Was he wearing a sign that said "kick me"?He didn't even have enough time to fume from his argument with Diane. She had refused to consider surrogacy, and Lawson felt like she was being unreasonable.Wasn't she desperate to have a child after losing her baby two years ago? It seemed like she was still blaming him for the loss, and her daily tantrums were taking a toll on him. Having forced him to the hospital for a fertility check, and with the doctor giving them a better su
Following the jarring collision with Lawson outside the hospital, Camila's already frayed nerves snapped. "You again," she muttered, her voice flat. She couldn't believe her luck—or rather, her lack thereof. Now he had to materialize at such bad timing. Lawson's brow furrowed. "Do we know each other? 'Cause I don't know why it seems you know me from somewhere." His eyes scanned her face, a flicker of confusion mixed with something else.Camila tightened her grip on her purse, trying to maintain her composure. "No," she said, cool and dismissive. "I don't believe we do." She tried to move past him, but he shifted, blocking her path."You were quite rude in the elevator, telling me to stop staring. That implies some kind of… familiarity.""I was stressed," Camila retorted, her voice sharp. "And you were staring. It was uncomfortable.""Stressed?" Lawson repeated, his eyes narrowing slightly. "You seemed… hostile. Like you had a personal vendetta." He paused, his gaze fixed on her fa
“Cole," Camila whispered as she gently reached out to touch his hand.His chest rose and fell in a steady, unsettling rhythm. The last time she'd seen him like this, they were kids, and he'd accidentally eaten a peanut butter sandwich at school. The memory flashed before her eyes: the frantic rush to the hospital, the suffocating fear, the helplessness.Now history had repeated itself.She looked around the room, expecting to see Rachel, but she was nowhere to be found.Shouldn't she be right by his side?Just then, the door swung open, and a chorus of voices shouted."SURPRISE!"Camila snapped her head toward the doorway. Rachel stood there, grinning, surrounded by Cole's friends and a scattering of unfamiliar faces. A man holding a violin stood out in the crowd.Before she could process the chaos, they began to sing, "Happy birthday to you..." with a man playing the violin along with them.Camila blinked, turning to Cole only to find him seated upright, grinning from ear to ear. It
As soon as the plane touched down, Camila was the first one out of her seat, practically sprinting through the terminal.She grabbed a taxi, her voice tight with urgency. "Médica Sur, por favor. Rápido."The taxi driver, sensing her distress, nodded and sped off, weaving through the city's chaotic traffic. The journey was a blur of honking horns, crowded streets, and towering buildings. Camila pulled out her phone, dialing Rachel's number, her heart pounding in her chest."Rachel..." Camila's voice trembled, strained with a 20-hour flight's worth of fear. "How is he? Is he stable now?""Camila," Rachel's voice was low, heavy. "He... he hasn't regained consciousness. They're still running tests, but... it's not good."Camila's breath hitched. "What? What do you mean, 'not good'?""His breathing is... erratic. They're doing everything they can." Rachel said.. "Please, just get here.""So you mean he has been unconscious for more than twenty hours? Didn't he receive medical attention on
Camilla jerked out of her sleep clutching to her chest in as if she'd just been startled awake from a nightmare. Groggily she reach out to her phone and noticed several messages flashing on the screenWho else would it be. No one order that her clinging brother. She leaned back no ready to scroll through the tins of messages. She didn't have the mental strength to deal with it. She lay in bed for a moment, trying to shake off the remnants of sleep. As she sat up, her mind began to clear, and memories of the previous night's events came flooding back. Her little escapade at the bar, the stranger's harsh words.Speaking of the stranger, Ethan still hadn't gotten his name. He was so rude last night, trying to lecture her on drinking. How dare he? Did he have any idea what she was burying inside, what she wanted to let out? His words had struck a nerve, echoing the very same lectures she'd received from those who didn't understand her. Cole being number one. But what did they know a
Antonio tightly gripped the steering wheel, his mind wandering back to the annoying but intriguing woman. She had grated on his nerves a little, but he still couldn't shake off that fiery spirit and her sharp tongue. He had been taken aback by her defiance... that wasn't something he would expect from a gorgeous face, but at the same time, he tried not to be surprised. It seemed she was someone who was clearly accustomed to getting her way and having others cater to her every whim. Just like his fucking wife—feisty and controlling.Just then his phone rang, and he quickly pulled away from the curb, his eyes flashing back to the damaged bumper. He’d make sure his insurance company squeezed every penny out of them."Good evening, Sir, um..." His assistant began but trailed off as if searching for words. "Sorry to disturb you, but this is urg—""Get on with it. I don't want to remain pulled over for more than two seconds." "Your wife... returned home," he announced, and there was a brie