Camelia Jones believes she has a perfect marriage with an understanding husband concerning her infertility. But not until she catches him cheating on the day she receives a report that she is pregnant. Presenting her with divorce papers and being framed wrongly, she flees out of the country. Four years later, Camelia is back, better than she left with her daughter beside her. She has two goals- one, get her revenge. Two, dominate the medical field and to do that, she must surpass Francis, her ex husband. Camelia is confident in her plans until things get awry and Francis tries to have his way back with her including his younger brother, Trevor, who suddenly has feelings for her. How will she navigate through this while maintaining her initial goal especially when her daughter becomes close to Francis?
View MoreCamelia pushed the door open and quietly walked into the office. The soft click of the latch sounded much louder in the stillness of the office. She shut the door behind her and paused. The scent of freshly brewed coffee and subtle notes of leather-bound books filled the air.As expected from Philips, the office was meticulously arranged, she noticed.“Let's see what you have to hide, Philips.” She said, still looking around.The metal cabinet near the far wall stood tall and cold, each drawer perfectly labeled. The books were lined in the shelves, neatly dusted and sorted alphabetically. The desk was pristine just like an executive’s desk.Camelia continued to stand in the room, her eyes scanning everything. She was searching and analyzing, but feeling momentarily at a loss. Where should she begin? What was she even looking for exactly? A confession? A clue? A name?Her fingers itched with urgency, and the silence seemed to grow heavier around her. She couldn’t stay long here.The d
“I really needed this!” She exclaimed after finishing her cup of coffee on a go.Camelia stood at the rooftop of the hospital, her arms folded tightly across her chest with her fingers clenched to physically hold herself together. She had indeed vowed to never step foot on the rooftop again but given the situation, she needed it. There was nowhere she could go to for now to avoid the piercing gazes of people.The breeze tugged at the edges of her coat, but she barely noticed. It was chilly and soothing at the same time. Her eyes were locked on the buzzing entrance but she stared at it blankly as though she was seeing nothing at all. Her phone rang continuously in her coat pocket but she refused to pick it up. It was either Gary, the policeman or her friend, Taylor. Whichever one it was, she was in the mood to talk.Her mind was somewhere else entirely, scattered among regrets, confusion, and a gnawing sense of failure. She seemed and appeared strong, particularly when Hillary and F
Camelia stirred awake to the faint buzz of her phone on the nightstand. She gently turned from her sleep, still tangled in the sheets, she reached over, blinking at the harsh light of the screen when her heart dropped.‘Renowned Neurosurgeon Dr. Richard Found Dead in His Office’She sat up instantly, staring at the headline in disbelief. Her breath caught in her throat. “No... that’s impossible. I just saw him yesterday.” She scrolled through the article.The article was brief, only stating that he was discovered early this morning by a nurse. No cause of death had been released yet.Her fingers trembled as she continued scrolling, rereading the short article. It all felt surreal. Dr. Richard had been alive and well just the day before, he was calm, professional and even kind… well she had to lie though before he handed her the name she so desperately needed. That piece of paper, folded carefully and hidden in a safe place that now felt like it weighed a hundred pounds.A wave of
late afternoon sun bounced off the hospital’s glass panels, casting sharp reflections into the city streets. From the backseat of a dark-tinted car parked across the road, Cornelius watched in silence, his eyes fixed on the building’s entrance.And then she appeared.Camelia!She stepped out slowly, her movements hesitant, almost dazed. Clutched tightly against her chest was a folder, white, clinical and heavy with answers. Her expression flickered between excitement and shock, like someone who had stumbled into the truth but hadn’t yet made sense of it. Her brows were drawn with her lips parted; her eyes darted about like she had seen something she ought not to.Cornelius leaned forward, his fingers tightening slightly on the steering wheel. Even after all this time, she captivated him. The way her hair caught the sunlight, the way she moved with quiet urgency, it hadn’t changed. He studied her, soaking in every detail.She didn't notice him. The car windows were dark, near-impenet
The once vibrant environment faded into the silence, leaving only the tension thick between them. The dim chandelier above the dining table flickered slightly as if echoing the tremble in Camelia’s chest. ‘Was this really happening right now? This was his first.’Her eyes were wide, hurt glistening beneath the surface, and her lips parted like she wanted to say something, but Gary beat her to it.His voice had been sharp; too sharp. And now, the shock was evident in her eyes, in the way her shoulders hunched and her fingers fidgeted with the edge of the tablecloth.She moved her gaze away from him lest the tears streamed down her face. It felt surreal.Gary’s face softened swiftly, guilt seeping into every part of his expression as he realised his mistake. He looked down for a second, his voice quiet when he finally spoke. “Camelia... I’m sorry.”She didn't look at him. The silence bit harder than her words ever could.“I didn't mean to yell. I just…” he sighed, running his hand thro
The room was dim, lit only by the dying glow of sunset slanting through the blinds. The place was expensively furnished and spoke of the luxury of the owner. But it wasn’t Gary’s.He sat on the edge of the leather couch, his elbows resting on his knees as he stared straight ahead, his gaze distant. Across him, a man leaned back in the armchair, holding a glass of beer in his hand as he downed it.The room was silent, except for the continuous ticking of the wall clock.“She’s getting close,” Gary said at last, his voice tight, thoughtful. “She went to St. Joseph's today.”The man didn’t respond at first. He reached slowly for the cookies on the glass table beside him. “And you knew she would eventually,” he said, taking a sip. “You just didn’t want it to be now.”Gary exhaled, rubbing a hand down his face. “It was always a possibility. But I didn’t expect her to go digging again. Not after all these years.”“She has every right to,” the man said. “Someone pulled her out of death’s gr
The sun glinted faintly off the polished glass doors of St. Joseph Hospital as Camelia stood outside, her fingers trembling slightly around the strap of her handbag. The building hadn’t changed in four years, it stood the same with its bland white facade, the same revolving door that let out nurses, patients, and visitors.A small smile appeared on her lips, times never changed. But for her, everything had changed the night she had been wheeled through those doors.She took a breath slowly, letting the breath flow through her entire body.The scene replayed in her mind for the umpteenth time through her way to the hospital.And that man. The person who she so much wanted to know who he was, his identity and why he had saved her.She was grateful, of course, just inquisitive.She hadn’t seen his face clearly, just a blur shadow as she was wheeled into this hospital.She had tried to do her research on him but nothing.No one had ever been able to tell her who he was. Not the paramedic
“That’s impossible, not in my surgery. Get another person!” Camelia walked by just at the moment and heard him speak. She stopped abruptly and stood right in front. Nichole held his breath, “This was going to be messy.”“What’s wrong?” She asked with a worried gaze.“Nothing, we were just…” Nichole tried to say but he was interrupted by Francis.“You can do the scrubbing.” He said simply and walked out on them, “Get another person, Eva.”She stared at him with her mouth slightly agape, she scoffed lightly before Nichole came to her rescue. “I'd talk to him, he doesn't mean it.” He begged and ran after Francis.Camelia was dumbfounded, she couldn’t believe he would do that to her especially since a patient was involved. The last thing she expected him to do was put a patient’s life on the line.“You are not taking this away from me, Nichole.” With that, she ran after them, her blue gown fitted to her petite figure.She ran after them but they already walked into a conference room, loc
Camelia strolled into the office given to her and threw herself on the couch. She sighed, looking around the humid office- “this is nice,” she said to herself.She couldn’t care less about all the rumors and whispers swirling around her concerning Hillary’s accident. The morning air in the hospital carried a hushed intensity, with staff exchanging glances and murmurs whenever she passed. But she unbothered, whether it was about Hillary or her past, she didn't care. All she had in mind was to prove her professionalism. She took a deep breath and stood, moving to her desk.“Wow!” she scoffed at the pile of files stacked on the desk. It was going to be hectic, she knew that and the person responsible for it. Francis. Was he trying to dump the workload on her? She was unfazed. She slowly cleared and arranged the files into a neat stack on the shelf, removing the coat on her.He was testing her, pushing her limits. But if he thought she’d break, he was mistaken.The knock on her door in
“Yes!” Camelia screamed aloud again as she stared at the papers with her. Her eyes remained glued to the paper, a bright smile on her face.Finally, she got what she had always wanted! “Francis needs to hear this,” she said to herself as she got into the car, unable to control the tears that were streaming down her eyes. Five years of being called barren by her mother-in-law and watching the hurt in Francis' eyes had been unbearable. But now she had a life in her and she couldn't wait to break the news to him.Camelia stepped hard on the accelerator, eager to get home, but she recalled the words of the doctor: to take things easy.She took a deep breath to calm herself and made her way slowly to her house.“Francis! Francis!!” She called aloud; immediately, she alighted from the car. “Is he home?” She asked the butler who came out from the door.She couldn’t tell if he was home since his cars were still parked in the open garage just as it was when she left it.The butler shook his...
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