Chapter 0004

•CAMILLA•

“What?” I scoffed. “What are you doing here?” I asked as my heart raced.

It felt as if I were totally forgetting what the doctor told me five seconds ago, which was going to change my life forever.

I was so concerned about Santino being in the hospital and calling me by a name that most people didn’t know.

“I -“ He was about to answer when I interrupted him and turned to the doctor.

“Doctor, can I speak to him for a minute, please? He and I know each other. We are friends.”

"Really? That’s great. What wonderful friends you guys are. Alright, I’ll give you some time to talk,” she smiled as she turned her back and walked out the door.

I quickly sat up on the bed and fumed. “What are you doing here? You shouldn’t be here, Santino. I made it clear when I left home that I never wanted to see you again.”

“Well, I had no choice but to come here when you crossed the road and hit my car. Ugh,” he groaned as he sat down on the chair next to my bed. “If you think I came here because I care, you’re only fooling yourself.”

“Did you say I hit your car?” I scoffed. “Good God, have you ever been able to see yourself beyond this pathetic persona that you put on every day? I can have you arrested for running me over.”

“I saved your life, and what’s even worse,” he chuckled. “I am not the one who’s putting on a pathetic persona here. You, Alisha, slash Camilla, seem to have this part of the world fooled. So, tell me, what are you up to?”

I rolled my eyes. “If you knew I am called Alisha here, then why did you call me by my real name? Were you trying to get that doctor suspicious?”

“I was just trying to confirm that I brought the same woman that they said I brought to the hospital. Lucius Hall’s wife. Now, that’s the story that I would like to hear,” he smirked.

“Get out of my face, Santino. I don’t want to see you again. The next time you bump into me on the road, I suggest you look the other way and pass. You don’t have to come here and parade yourself as my hero.”

“Does your father know that you’re here? Does your family know that you’re here, disguising yourself as an orphan who got herself married to a small-town billionaire?”

I opened my mouth to answer him when the door creaked open, and Lucius walked into the room with an envelope in his hand.

When he closed the door behind him and saw Santino, his face changed, and he scowled.

“Who is this?” Lucius snarled as he walked toward us.

Santino just chuckled as he looked at me. “Is that Lucius Hall, the small-town billionaire?”

Lucious threw the envelope on top of me as he squared up to Santino.

“Who did you just call a small-town billionaire?” Lucius demanded with a snarl. “Do you know who I am?”

“You’re a small boy to me,” Santino replied, with his hands slipped inside his pockets. “So, I would advise you to watch your tone when you talk to me.”

I sighed as I leaned back on the bed because I knew there was nothing I could do to make them stop trying to intimidate each other.

Lucius was ready to throw hands when the door creaked open again, and a nurse walked in to bring me food.

I looked at Santino, hoping that he would excuse himself and leave before things got out of hand, but he just sat down on the chair and didn’t seem to move.

“Can I at least have a private moment with my wife?” Lucius demanded.

“Wife?” Santino laughed. “You must be bluffing because there’s no damn husband who can leave his wife in the hospital all night after being hit by a car. What you’re going to do is,” he got up from the chair when the nurse left. “You’re going to do whatever you came here for and leave.”

For someone who hated my guts and whom I hated, that was very sweet of him.

“Santino,” I turned to him. “It’s okay. You can give us a few minutes. He won’t be long.”

“I’ll be in the cafeteria,” he answered as he focused his gaze on Lucius before walking out the door.

As soon as the door closed, Lucius grabbed the envelope on the bed. “These are divorce papers. I want you to sign them peacefully because I don’t want to fight with you.”

“Okay,” I sat up on the bed and sighed. “Did you bring a pen?” I asked.

“What?” His face changed.

“I want to sign it.”

“I see what this is,” he scolded. “You’re sleeping with that loser who just left, and now you want to humiliate me. You must think I’m a fool, Alisha. This explains all the late nights and fucking excuses you kept making about being sick whenever I wanted you to do something for me. Well, let me tell you something, Missy,” he leaned toward my face. “You’re not getting a dime from me.”

“When did I ever say I wanted your money? You said you wanted a divorce, so let’s get divorced and forget this ever happened.” I held out my hand for him to give me the papers to sign.

“We both know that you have no one and nothing,” he seethed. “So, you’re not fooling me. Once this asshole leaves you high and dry, you’re going to want to come back to me, but I won’t allow it.”

“Okay. Let me sign the papers, Lucius.”

He tossed me the papers and the pen that was on the table counter next to my bed.

I took the pen and signed the papers, internally telling myself that our divorce was for the best. I tried finding love my way, but it didn’t work out, and that was okay.

“Here,” I handed him the papers after scribbling my signature. “Now, do you mind leaving my room?”

“When you come back to me, I’m going to remind you of this moment and how you quickly jumped into another man.”

“I think you’re the one who’s going to remember this moment and regret how you humiliated me in front of your family and mistress,” I shot back. “You’re going to wish you’d never done what you did to me.”

He chuckled. “I’m sure when that happens, I’ll be drunk or dead because, Alisha, I don’t regret anything about what happened with Sasha. Why would I, when I’m about to have a son and an heir through her?”

My heart skipped a beat. If only he knew I was also carrying his child after all the things that he and his mother had said to me.

“Then leave this room, Lucius, and forget that we have ever been married because, after this day, it will be as if you never existed to me.”

He looked at me, scoffed, then turned his back and walked out of the room.

When the door closed behind him, I sighed as I leaned back on the pillow and pressed the emergency button.

After a little while, the doctor walked in.

“Yes, Mrs. Hall, are you okay?” She asked after closing the door and walking toward my bed.

“I’m fine, Doctor. If possible, I would like to be discharged early in the morning.”

“Are you sure? You had a pretty rough incident, and we were supposed to monitor you and the baby over the next few days before your discharge.”

“Yes, I want to go home.”