Camilla Varela’s Point of View I never thought my life would turn out like this. I stood at the entrance of my own house, frozen and humiliated, as my husband Lucas and his mistress disappeared upstairs. Before they left, the woman had given me a disgusted look, her words still ringing in my ears. "Is she your wife, Lucas? Gosh! I didn’t know you had such bad taste in women." She stared me up and down with pure disgust. "Tsk. What a completely trash!" she sneered. And then, just like that, she walked away with my husband — as if I didn’t even exist. I stood there, my heart breaking all over again. How long was I supposed to endure this pain? How much more of this humiliation could I take? When Lucas and I first got married, no one was happy. His family hated me, and everyone around us judged our relationship. But we were in love — at least, I thought we were. In the beginning, we were happy, content with each other. But over time, Lucas changed. He became cold and dist
Camilla Varela’s Point of View“Have you lost your mind, Camilla? Why are you divorcing me?” Lucas asked, his voice sharp and angry.“I’ll go insane if I stay in this marriage, Lucas,” I replied, looking straight into his eyes. “Why are you even surprised? Isn’t this what you wanted from the start? That’s why you kept bringing other women into our house,” I added, making sure to emphasize his affairs.“Camilla…” He took a deep breath, clearly trying to control his anger. “Go home now, or you’ll regret it. I’m willing to give you a second chance.”Go home? Second chance?Coming from him? The man who destroyed our marriage?I let out a bitter laugh, shaking my head in disbelief. “You want me to go home?” I asked, pointing at myself while still laughing. “You actually think I’d be foolish enough to come back? No, Lucas. Just sign the divorce papers. I’d rather live alone than stay with someone like you. You’ve been the worst nightmare of my life.”He glared at me, his eyes burning with r
Camilla Varela’s Point of ViewI thought starting over would be easy. I even convinced myself that Lucas wasn’t serious when he threatened me the other day. But I was wrong. He meant every word. He made sure I wouldn’t get hired anywhere I applied.He turned my life into a nightmare. Sometimes, I found myself wondering—can I really do this? Can I really survive without him? Can I stand on my own two feet without relying on anyone?Right now, I have Cassandra, and that helps. But what if one day she’s no longer around? Where would that leave me? Would I end up with nothing again?Life is sucks!As I sat on a chair for another job interview, I felt a flicker of hope — only for it to be crushed almost immediately."You’re Mrs. De Luca, right? But why does your resume say Varela?" the HR officer asked, looking at my resume with a puzzled expression.My heart sank, and the small smile I had disappeared. How long was I going to be seen only as Lucas’s wife? When would people stop tying my i
Camilla Varela’s Point of View It had been a few months since I started working at Del Castillo Tech, and I couldn’t be happier with how things were going. My job was fulfilling, and I was finally doing something I loved. On top of that, I was building great relationships with my team. They respected me not just as their leader but as a person — and I truly respected them in return. It felt good to work in a place where I was appreciated and valued. What surprised me the most was how quickly things started falling into place. In just my first month, I received a generous salary — far more than I ever expected. With that, I was able to start saving money and even help Cassandra with the expenses at her condo. It felt amazing to finally stand on my own two feet and contribute in some way. But just when everything seemed perfect, my body decided to betray me. Of all days to get sick, it had to be today — the day of an important meeting with the board members. I couldn’t believe my bad
Camilla Varela’s Point of View As soon as we arrived at Cassandra’s condo, I went straight to my room. My mind was a mess—I couldn’t think clearly. Everything felt like a blur. I couldn’t even recall what the doctor said after hearing the news. Maybe Cassandra paid attention, but I didn’t. My thoughts shut down the moment I heard it.I was still trying to accept the reality—I was pregnant. And to make things even more complicated, my ex-husband was the father.What should I do now? Should I just hide? Maybe I could walk away and make sure Lucas never finds out that I’m pregnant. But for how long could I keep this secret?I shook my head. That wasn’t possible! I couldn’t hide forever. I couldn’t hide my child from him. But what if he finds out? Should I run away again?I sighed deeply and stared at the ceiling, holding my womb gently. “Baby, if your father were a good man, we wouldn’t have to leave him. But he’s not... I’m so sorry, sweetheart. You’ll have to grow up with just Mommy.”
Camilla Varela's Point of View It was already late at night when Cassandra arrived at the condo. I stayed quiet, but inside, I was really scared — not just for myself but also for my baby. At the same time, I couldn’t stop myself from feeling frustrated with my friend. Because of what she did, my life was now in danger. If she hadn’t revealed my ex-husband’s affair, he wouldn’t be threatening me now. "Do you realize that because of what you did, Lucas won’t leave me alone?" I asked, looking straight into her eyes. My voice sounded upset, and I knew she could hear it. "I know you’re worried about me, but I never expected you to do something like that, Cass." Cassandra lowered her head and shook it slowly. "I’m sorry, Camilla. I didn’t really think it through. I just wanted to stand up for you against your ex-husband," she said softly. I took a deep breath, trying to calm myself. "He called me earlier. He thinks I’m the one who spread those rumors. He warned me, Cass — he said
Cassandra Ravamorte’s Point of ViewAs soon as I arrived at my condo, frustration immediately washed over me when I saw Lucas — Camilla’s ex-husband — standing right there. My patience was already running thin. I stopped in my tracks and faced him, my voice sharp with irritation."What are you doing here, Lucas?" I demanded, my arms crossing over my chest. "How many times do I have to tell you that Camilla isn’t here? She already left. She’s gone!"But Lucas just stood there, his expression hard and unconvinced. "I don’t believe you," he said, his tone firm and accusing. "I know she’s inside your condo."I let out a long, tired sigh. This was getting ridiculous.It had been months since Camilla left. Before she went, she left me a letter — a heartfelt one — where she thanked me for everything and apologized for the trouble she’d caused. In that letter, she also told me she was going to Los Angeles and begged me not to tell anyone where she was going. I kept my promise, no matter how m
Cassandra Ravamorte’s Point of View"She’s not here. She already left," I told Camilla's mother sitting on the couch, my voice calm but firm. I studied her face, trying to gauge whether she was telling the truth. "But… why are you only looking for her now?"The woman’s eyes softened with sadness, her shoulders slumping as if the weight of regret had been pressing on them for years. "Believe me, I’ve been searching for her for a long time," she said, her voice trembling. "Someone told me you might know where my daughter is… please, I just want to see her."I felt torn. Should I trust this woman? Should I tell her where Camilla had gone? But I had made a promise — and I wasn’t about to break it.I shook my head slowly, choosing my words carefully. "I don’t know who told you that, but they’re wrong," I said, trying to sound convincing. "I honestly don’t know where Camilla is. Ever since she left here, we haven’t been in touch." That last part was a lie, and I could only hope she wouldn’t
Lucas De Luca’s Point of View I couldn't stop watching her. She sat at her desk, focused intently on her computer screen, her fingers dancing across the keyboard as she worked. I found myself at a loss for words, unsure of how to respond to what she had said earlier. Deep down, I knew she was right. She was absolutely right—I really am just like my mother. I had failed her. I stood by in silence while my mother continuously belittled and insulted her. I acted like a worthless husband, unable—or maybe unwilling—to stand up for her. I allowed other women, the ones I brought into our home, to treat her like she was beneath them. I let all of that happen, and I didn’t protect her when she needed me the most. I sighed quietly, shaking my head as I turned my attention back to my own computer screen. I glanced at the time—it was already 11:00 AM. Almost lunchtime. Should I ask her to grab a bite with me? But what if she said no? Would it just make things more awkward between us? Cle
Camilla Varela's Point of View "What are you doing here in my son's building?" I looked up, startled, at the woman who had just stepped into the elevator I'd only recently entered. My breath caught when I recognized her—it was Lucas's mother, my ex-mother-in-law. Her eyes were sharp, filled with obvious hostility as she glared at me. Never in my wildest thoughts did I imagine we’d run into each other like this. Ever since I told her I was leaving her son, we hadn’t crossed paths. We parted ways with anger and silence, and I honestly thought I’d never see her again. Of course, fate just loves playing games. Perfect timing, really. I shook my head slightly, unable to hide my disbelief. She must’ve noticed, because she immediately snapped at me again. "Why are you shaking your head like that, you piece of trash?" she spat. "Now answer my question. What are you doing here?" Even after all this time, she still sees me as nothing more than garbage. Some things never change. S
Camilla Varela’s Point of View “What?!” Cassandra blurted out, completely shocked after I told her everything that happened earlier at the office. “I honestly thought he recognized Tamara’s voice during that call,” I admitted, leaning back against the couch with a heavy sigh. “But thank God, he didn’t.” I was exhausted. Work had drained me completely. Lucas had been making my life harder than usual—sending me off to do tasks that clearly weren’t part of my job description. Errands, side work, unnecessary meetings… It’s like he’s trying to push me to my limits. “It’s probably for the best that he didn’t realize,” Cassandra replied, her voice slightly wary. “Because if he ever finds out the truth, I swear he won’t let you go that easily. He’ll make your life a living mess. He’d turn your whole world upside down just to get answers.” I gave her a weak smile. I knew she was right—but I didn’t want to talk about him anymore. Not now. Not when I was finally out of the office. “A
Lucas De Luca's Point of View I could feel my jaw tightening as I overheard Camilla speaking with someone on the phone. Her voice sounded unusually sweet and affectionate—way too affectionate for my liking. She kept using pet names like "sweetheart" and "baby," her tone filled with warmth and happiness. It hit a nerve I didn’t know I had. Damn it. Annoyance surged through me so strongly that I didn’t even bother acknowledging her presence. Instead, I walked straight past her without a word and headed into the elevator. I caught a glimpse of her face—she looked visibly startled by my sudden reaction. That made me pause for a second. Why did she look so pale the moment she saw me? What was she so shocked about? Was it because I might’ve heard what she said? Tsk. Suspicious. She nervously asked, "H-have you been there long? D-did you hear all of that?" Her voice was shaky, uncertain. I raised an eyebrow at her, partly confused and mostly irritated. Why would she even ask that?
Camilla Varela's Point of View "Alright, I'll agree to work at your company again," I said, my voice unwavering and cold. "But don’t expect things to go back to how they were." Lucas simply gave me a smug look. "Naturally. You're here for the job, not for anything personal, Camilla." I couldn't help but roll my eyes, irritated by his tone. "Whatever. Just sign the contract now, and I'll make sure it gets sent back to Los Angeles. The company is waiting for it." "There's no need to hurry, my dear ex-wife. We'll get there soon enough," he replied, his smirk widening. "When exactly am I starting?" I asked, trying to stay calm. "You can begin tomorrow as my secretary," he answered without hesitation. It was clear—Lucas was putting me back in the same position I had been in before, as his secretary, just like when we first met. "Alright, I’m leaving now. I’ll be here tomorrow morning—probably even earlier than you," I said as I turned my back on him and started walking towa
Camilla Varela's POV"What do you need from me this time, Lucas?" I asked, my voice laced with irritation. He had insisted on meeting me, claiming he was finally ready to sign the contract. But this bastard is just messing around.Lucas leaned back in his chair, smirking with an air of confidence that only fueled my annoyance. "Relax, Camilla, my dear ex-wife. I’m just getting started." I frowned, crossing my arms over my chest. "Lucas, can you stop with your mind games? I have no interest in whatever nonsense you’re up to this time!" His smirk only deepened. "Who said I was playing games, Camilla?" He casually placed his hand on his chin, as if deep in thought, before flashing me another infuriating grin. "Shouldn’t I be the one asking you that question instead?" I let out a frustrated sigh, my patience wearing thin. "Do I look like I’m playing with you?" I shot back. Lucas merely shrugged, his expression unreadable. "Tell me, Camilla—why did you leave?" I scoffed at his au
Camilla Varela’s Point of View I chose a simple business outfit—nothing too flashy, just professional enough for the occasion. I applied light makeup, just enough to make me look presentable when meeting with the investors. Even though this was just a contract signing, I couldn’t shake off the nervousness creeping up inside me. Taking a deep breath, I stepped out of the car I had borrowed from Cassandra. I had insisted that Zach didn’t need to pick me up; instead, I told him to just wait for me outside the restaurant. I didn’t want to make a big deal out of this meeting—it was strictly business, nothing more. As I entered the restaurant, a staff member immediately approached me with a polite smile. "Do you have a reservation, Ma’am?" she asked. I gave her a brief nod and replied, "Yes, under Mr. Miller." "Right this way, Ma’am," she said, gesturing for me to follow. She led me through the restaurant toward the reserved table. As we neared, I spotted Zach raising his hand slightly
Camilla Varela’s Point of ViewEver since we arrived in the Philippines, Tamara had been constantly asking about her father. It seemed like being in a different place had triggered her curiosity even more. As soon as we landed, Cassandra was the one who picked us up, while Zachary checked into a nearby hotel. We had agreed to meet up the next day since we had an important business meeting scheduled. I wasn’t exactly sure who we were going to meet, but according to Zach, the potential investors were somehow connected to their father.Honestly, I didn’t understand why I was the one expected to handle the meeting. Either Zach or Clint could have easily taken care of it. They were both more than capable of managing business matters without my involvement."Mama, you still haven’t answered me," Tamara pouted, her big round eyes fixed on me, waiting expectantly for my response. She had been asking me about her father, and I had done my best to avoid answering. Feeling cornered, I turned my
AUTHOR'S NOTE: THIS IS THE SECOND PART OF THE CHAPTER 9. HAPPY READING, PEACHES! Next updated will be tomorrow mwuaps.———After Clint and I finished talking, it just so happened that I had also finished cooking our meal. It was perfect timing. Clint, being the helpful friend he was, assisted me in arranging the food on the table before we called for Tamara and Yaya Angie to join us.As soon as Tamara sat down, she eagerly dug into her food, eating at a speed that made it seem like someone might take it away from her at any moment. Seeing this, I couldn’t help but gently scold her."Baby, slow down! Eat properly," I reminded her, watching as she shoveled another spoonful into her mouth.Tamara could eat on her own, but there were still moments when I fed her myself, especially when she was feeling clingy. Occasionally, she still want to breast feed, though I had already started reminding her that she was a big girl now and that it was time to stop."But Mama, your food is really deli