Semua Bab Divorced Billionaire Ex-Wife's Revenge: Bab 61 - Bab 70

(Camilla’s POV)[The Next Morning]The hospital room is quiet, the only sound that can be heard is the beep of the heart monitor and the soft hum of the air conditioning.I lay in the bed, staring up at the ceiling, my thoughts a chaotic mess. The physical pain has dulled, reduced to a distant ache by the medications, but the turmoil in my mind is still here.I couldn’t stop thinking about what is next, about the one person still out there—Lester. He is the last piece of the puzzle, the one who has slipped through our fingers every time, hiding away from the consequences of his actions.Where is he? What is he planning? The questions buzzed in my mind, and I felt a gnawing sense of frustration that I couldn’t shake.Because if you think about it, he is the root of everything. He’s the one who betrayed me with my best friend, brought me to his wicked family, and treated me like garbage despite my pregnancy during that time. He was very much the person who should be blamed.It's a simpl

(Camilla’s POV)"We can explain, Nona," Kalel said, moving his hand forward to take one step closer, but Becky shifted back.The moment those words escaped Kalel's lips, color drained out of Becky's face as much as she tried to contain it. She just stood there, wide eyes filled with shock and hurt as the reality of our betrayal dawned upon her. Her eyes flew to me with a shadow of disappointment than anything else.I didn't want this to happen. How could I have not seen this coming? What was I thinking when I agreed on being a fake fiancée for Kalel?My heart plunged down like a heavy boulder in my chest.Before I could utter a word, Becky wheeled and walked out of the room-the door ominously closed behind her, burying whatever was left between them into silence."Becky, wait!" I called after her, instinctively taking a step toward the door. But Kalel's hand gently grasped my arm, stopping me in my tracks."No, Camilla," he said softly, his voice tinged with sadness. "I should be the

(Camilla's POV)He takes a deep breath, and his voice is low, hesitant. "There's something I've never really told anyone," he starts off, his eyes flicking up to meet mine briefly before dropping back down. "About my father.I say nothing, just wait for him to continue.By the tone in which he speaks, I can tell this is not easy; I don't want to push him, but again, I want him to know I am here and listening.When I was a kid, my dad. He wasn't a good man," Kalel says, his voice barely above a whisper. "He used to. hurt me physically. A lot. He would lock me in a closet for hours, sometimes overnight, just because I did something that reminded him of my mom."Those words hit me like a blow to my gut. I could not even believe what was being said.That confident, strong man, now sitting beside me, so composed and appearing always in control-the one who, as a small child, was terrified when trapped in the dark by one who should have protected him.He blamed me for her death, says Kalel,

(Camilla’s POV)It is so quiet upon my arrival to the house, that kind of quietness that really exaggerates the sound of every noise-my footsteps across the hardwood floor, the creak of the door as I push it open.Darkness surrounds me, and the emptiness is nearly suffocating.Becky is not home, and for that, I am grateful. I do not want anyone to see me this way, in pieces and trying to hold myself together.I don't waste any time. I go to my room, tug out the suitcase from underneath the bed, and throw it open. My hands shake while stuffing my clothes into the case; all this time, I can barely see a thing through my tears.I just can't stay here anymore; I just can't keep lying to myself about how I can finally have it all-family, love, a new start.Foolish of me even to have presumed that I could make a fresh start, to be happy. My past has caught up with me again; it has followed me just like a shadow, and then caught up with me again, snatching away any chance of happiness.I sho

(Camilla’s POV)[Four Months Later]"I promise, Timmy, I'll buy you all the toy cars you want," I say, kneeling down to meet the little boy's wide, hopeful eyes. He smiles, his gap-toothed grin lighting up his face. "Just tell me what kind you like."I heard from the nuns that this little boy is the only one not impressed with all the toys I bought for them. Of course, as a billionaire, I can't allow that to happen.I want everyone to be happy in this orphanage.I have to admit that I don't really have a good taste in selecting toys. I should have let my bodyguard pick them instead of me.Timmy rattles off a list of cars, his voice filled with excitement, each one more fantastical than the last. I listen patiently, my mind drifting, a familiar ache settling in my chest.Ever since what happened between me and Kalel, I found solace in donating in orphanages like this one.It was the only purpose I thought I had left.I got scared to fall in love again, and I don't think I’m ready to op