INICIAR SESIÓNIt was past 9:00 p.m. Roderick pulled Adrian's bedroom door shut behind him and found Camille waiting in the hallway."Is he asleep?" she asked, glancing towards the door."Yes, although he made me promise to visit his school and see his project when they put it on display." Roderick slipped his hands into his pockets. "Apparently, that's a very important appointment, and I wasn't allowed to refuse."Camille laughed. "He'll remind you about it every day until you go.""I believe you. He made me promise three times just to be sure."They walked downstairs together, and Camille led him towards the living room. She had enjoyed having him around more than she'd expected, and now that the house was quiet, she wasn't quite ready for the day to end."I'll ask the maids to prepare a room for you," she said. "You must be tired, and there's no point in driving anywhere tonight when you can stay here."Roderick looked at her, a little surprised by the offer."That's very kind of you, but I've a
Even after months apart, being in his arms again healed a void in her.Adrian was chattering excitedly beside them, but she barely heard him. When Roderick finally pulled back, his hands stayed on her arms as he looked at her."What?" she asked, feeling a little self-conscious."Nothing." He smiled. "You look beautiful, Camille."She blinked, caught off guard. It was just a compliment, but hearing it from him after everything they'd been through left her speechless."Thank you," she managed, looking away before he could notice how much those three words had affected her.Unfortunately, Adrian had no interest in allowing them another second alone."Daddy! Come inside! I have so many things to show you!" He seized Roderick's hand and began pulling him toward the house."Easy, champ." Roderick laughed, allowing himself to be dragged along. Camille followed them inside, noticing the small smile Roderick threw over his shoulder at her."Mummy! The cupcakes!""Oh, goodness." Camille stopp
…One Month Later…Roderick stood in the middle of his private gym at the penthouse, his bare chest glistening with sweat as he finished another set of deadlifts.His recovery had come a long way over the past month. His doctor had cleared him to resume light workouts, and Roderick had been steadily increasing the intensity under supervision.He was determined to get back to his old self, and judging by the way his muscles flexed beneath his skin as he gripped the barbell, he was making excellent progress.He looked good. Ridiculously good, in fact.But it was the sight of his back that told the real story of how far he had come.Several pale scars stretched across his skin, remnants of the bullets that had nearly taken his life. Roderick straightened, rolled his shoulders, and reached for his water bottle.His phone chimed on the nearby bench.He glanced toward it, took another drink, and was about to return to his workout when the screen lit up again with another notification.With
Adrian came downstairs with one of the maids following behind him. The moment he spotted Camille sitting at the dining table, he hurried over to her."Good morning, Momma!"Camille looked up from her breakfast and smiled. "Good morning, sweetheart. Did you sleep well?""Yes!" Adrian leaned down to kiss her cheek before taking his seat.The maid entered the dining with a tray of food, placing his breakfast in front of him.Adrian immediately picked up his fork, but Camille reached over and adjusted his collar."You're not even going to greet your breakfast before attacking it?"He giggled. "I'm hungry, Mommy.""I can see that. But eat slowly, all right? You have enough time.""Okay."Camille returned to her own breakfast while Adrian began eating. For a little while, the only sounds at the table were their cutlery against the plates, until Adrian suddenly looked up at her."Mommy, guess what we're doing at school today?""What are you doing?""We're going to make something with paper a
Victor pulled the car into the driveway of his courtyard and brought it to a stop. He stepped out of the vehicle and walked around to open the passenger door.Maids hurried down the front steps as Roderick slowly maneuvered himself out of the vehicle, using his crutches to support his weight while his back throbbed with the ongoing pain of his healing wounds."Welcome home, sir Victor. Welcome back, Sir Roderick.” the maid said, bowing slightly."Thank you," Victor told them. "Take his bags from the trunk and bring them inside.""Yes, sir," another maid replied before heading toward the rear of the vehicle."You would've just let me go back to my penthouse. Why drag me to your place? Are you that bored?" Roderick scoffed."And have you bury yourself in misery there? No," Victor replied.“What makes you think that that's what I'm going to do?” Roderick asked.“You already tried to go to Camille and Adrian when you were still at the hospital. Who knows what you'll do if I let you off my
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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 Lockhart wondered, not for the first time, what a truly married couple looked like. Did the wife wake up to warm arms and softer kisses? Did the husband look at her like she was the only woman breathing on earth? Or was marriage simply this — two strangers sharing the same expensive cage, b







