CHAPTER 46

Nathan POV:

The slam of our room door echoed the thunder booming inside my chest.

I spun around, facing Camille, my hands clenched into fists at my sides, my heart a frantic drum solo in my chest.

“What the hell was that, Camille?”

My voice, rough with anger and hurt, bounced off the bare walls of our entryway.

She flinched, her hand instinctively going to her swollen belly, her eyes wide and panicked.

“Nathan, I… I can explain.”

Her voice was a shaky whisper, barely audible above the city noise filtering in through the open window.

“Explain what?”

I stepped closer, my anger a living thing, pulsing in my veins.

“Explain why you were meeting with Charles Campbell? Alone? In a bar? At this hour?”

The scene replayed in my mind, a cruel, unending loop - the dimly lit bar, the intimate corner table, their hands clasped, their heads bent close together, whispering secrets.

And Camille, my Camille, looking at him with an expression I couldn’t decipher – a mix of fear, desperation, and…