Chapter 71.

CAMILLA'S POV.

“Astrid?” I called out her name, my voice trembling with disbelief and rage.

“Yes, you thought I was dead?” Astrid replied, rising gracefully from her seat.

Her tone was laced with a mix of mockery and satisfaction, and I rubbed my eyes vigorously, hoping against hope that this was just a trick of the light.

“You can’t be alive! You should be dead!” I shouted, my anger flaring uncontrollably.

“This is impossible! He killed you; you should be dead!” The raw fury in my voice was clear, my emotions unravelling as I struggled to understand the sight before me.

“Just because you want me dead doesn’t mean I’ll be dead, Camilla,” Astrid said, her lips curling into a smirk that made my blood boil.

The sight of her, seemingly victorious and alive, only fueled my rage further.

My fists clenched tightly at my sides, my knuckles whitening as I gritted my teeth in a desperate attempt to keep my composure.

“You should be dead already!” I continued, my voice rising to a desperate