로그인He got her pregnant at the same time as his mistress!! And when she asked him to choose between them, he chose his mistress over his own wife! Camille has spent 3 years in a loveless marriage with Roderick King, a controlling tycoon who treats her as a prized possession rather than a wife. Every aspect of her life is dictated by him—until she finally decides she’s had enough. She demands a divorce, determined to escape this gilded prison. But Camille allows herself to be swayed by Roderick’s dangerous charm as he pulls her back into his bed one last time and she pays the ultimate price. Pregnant with his child at the same time as his mistress, she realizes too late that Roderick will always choose her rival over her. Determined to protect herself and her unborn child, Camille vanishes, leaving no trace and no chance for him to follow. Three years later, she returns — no longer the fragile woman he once controlled, but a force to be reckoned with. Camille is back and ready to claim what rightfully belongs to her and her son. But Roderick King, now haunted by her presence and drowning in regret, will stop at nothing to win back the wife he never deserved… even as the secrets between them threaten to destroy them both.
더 보기[A Month Later]Roderick was awake in the hospital, though he still looked exhausted. The doctor stood beside his bed, checking his vitals and examining him while Victor remained nearby, watching quietly. After going through the monitors and checking Roderick's condition, the doctor finally straightened and looked at Victor.“His vitals are stable now. He's still very weak, which is expected considering how long he's been unconscious, but there's no immediate cause for concern. We'll continue monitoring him for the next few days and run some additional tests before we can officially discharge him.”Victor nodded, glancing briefly at Roderick before looking back at the doctor. “Okay, Doctor. Thank you.”“Try not to overexert yourself,” the doctor advised Roderick. “Your body needs time to recover, so get as much rest as you can.”Roderick gave a faint nod, and the doctor gathered his things before leaving the room. Once the door closed behind him, Victor turned his attention back to R
“You're leaving?” June asked in disbelief as she sat across from Camille in the penthouse living room.Camille had just dropped the bomb that she was packing up and leaving Crown City for good.“But isn't that too sudden? I mean, I didn't expect you to want to leave already,” June added, her voice held disbelief in it.“I just want to leave Crown City,” Camille said, leaning back as her eyes swept over the room. “This place is filled with bad memories. A lot has happened, and I'm worried about the effects it'll have on my son. Sure, we have some good memories, but I don't want Adrian being anywhere near this city.” “What about him? Roderick, I mean. He's still in a coma, and it's uncertain when he's waking up. For one, I thought you'd wait for him to wake up before leaving with Adrian.” June said.“You said so yourself, it's uncertain when he'd wake up,” Camille replied softly, a resoluteness in her gaze. “And I don't want him trying to stop me, or Adrian refusing to leave.”“Sure, I
Vanessa came back to herself slowly, the darkness behind the blindfold absolute. Her wrists ached where the rough rope bit into the skin, and every small movement made the bindings dig deeper. Her ankles were secured just as tightly to the legs of the chair. She felt cold, mostly due to the air in the room and the faint smell of damp concrete and old wood. She shifted her weight and heard the scrape of the chair legs against a hard floor. “Who's there?! Anyone?! Let me out!” She tugged hard against the rope bound to her wrists.She heard footsteps approaching and they stopped directly in front of her. A pair of hands reached up, gripped the edge of the blindfold, and pulled it away in one clean motion.Light flooded her eyes as she blinked rapidly until the room dimmed into focus. Grey concrete walls and a single bare bulb hanging from the ceiling. Wooden shelves stacked with dusty boxes and forgotten storage and recognition hit her all at once. She was in the estate’s basement.
Vanessa left the morgue with her scarf pulled low and her dark glasses back in place. She walked straight to the main information desk on the ground floor, forcing her expression into something softer and more vulnerable. When the nurse looked up, Vanessa removed the glasses for a moment, letting the woman see her red, swollen eyes. “I’m looking for Roderick King,” she said quietly. “I’m his stepmother. I just heard he was brought in and I… I need to see him. Please.” The nurse’s face softened with sympathy. She checked the system, then wrote a room number on a small piece of paper and slid it across the counter. “He’s in the private wing, third floor. Room 318. Visiting hours are still open for family.” “Thank you.” Vanessa whispered. She took the paper, put her glasses back on, and walked toward the elevators without looking back. The moment she disappeared around the corner, the nurse picked up the internal phone and spoke in a low voice. “She’s on her way to his room.”
Roderick’s black Bentley rolled smoothly into the villa’s courtyard. The chauffeur quickly stepped out and opened the door for him. Roderick emerged, adjusting his cufflinks, still carrying the faint scent of Taylor’s perfume on his skin. He expected silence and order, the way things always were.
Roderick King woke up to an empty bed.The space beside him was cold, the sheets untouched. His eyes narrowed as he sat up, scanning the room. That was when he saw it — Camille’s wedding ring, placed neatly on the bedside desk like a quiet declaration of war. He stared at it for several seconds. D
“A divorce?” Roderick asked like he didn't hear her the first time. “Is this some kind of joke? Not a good time to play silly games with me, Camille.”Camille lifted her chin, even as fresh tears burned her eyes. “I said I want a divorce. Does that sound like a joke to you, Roderick?”He stared at
Camille sat on the edge of the king-sized bed, phone clutched tightly in her hand as the clock struck 10:17 p.m. She had called Roderick’s line twenty-three times. Twenty-three unanswered calls. Each one rang until it went to voicemail, his deep voice coolly instructing callers to leave a message.












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