From Dust to Ashes: A scorned Bride

Camilla. My hands trembled as I stared at the white sheet of paper in front of me. I’ve always heard this saying, that life is not a bed of roses, but now I understand exactly what it means. Until recently, my life was a bed of roses, but now all those roses have withered away, leaving me with only thorns.Dr. Mark’s voice echoed in my ears, confirming what I was scared to admit. “Camilla, I am so happy to announce that you’re going to be a mother. Congratulations dear.”Instantly I felt my entire body go numb, my heart was racing. This isn’t real. It can’t be. I am sure there’s a mistake somewhere.“What are you talking about?” I said, almost laughing at his statement. I just wanted to believe this was a prank and he was trying to pull my legs. I threw the paper onto his desk immediately, waiting for him to correct his mistake. “This cannot be my result. I would give you a few minutes to go back in there and bring my result.”Dr. Mike looked at me patiently, like he had seen this re

Camilla. “Get the hell out of my company! You’re fired!”Those were the first words that I heard the moment I stepped foot in Grey’s office. I was shocked. That was by far no way an angel will talk. Wait a minute, did I miss something? At the end of the hallway is a massive double door, slightly ajar. I approached cautiously, I needed to be sure whose voice I just heard a few seconds ago.“I don’t care how long you have worked here!” a deep voice boomed again. “You spill coffee on me, you’re done. I don’t tolerate incompetence!”I froze, peeking through the crack in the door. Grey stood behind a sleek black desk, with so much anger on his face. A man in his mid-thirties stood before him, head bowed, mumbling apologies.“I’m sorry, sir. It was an accident—”Grey cut him off with a sharp gesture and slammed his fist against his desk, and instantly the man flinched. “Accidents cost money. Get out of my office. You’re fired.” My heart pounded as I glanced back into the office. What t

Camilla.The room became quiet again, and none of them could believe the words that I just uttered.Grey stared at me, his fingers pressed against his temple as if he was trying to keep himself from losing his mind. Bryce, shifted uncomfortably beside him. The two of them exchanged a look."I’m sorry," I heard Grey mutter, more to himself than to anyone else. He sighed heavily, then glanced at Bryce. "What are you thinking?"Bryce leaned forward. "You might be right about this claim of sleeping with him," he said, looking at me with a strange kind of detachment. "But Mr. Grey made it clear that you both used protection that night. So I seriously doubt you’re pregnant for him. You can check your other customers. Who knows? Maybe luck might be on your side today."I could feel my stomach churn at the insinuation. My breath hitched in my chest. Was he really suggesting what I thought he was suggesting? I opened my mouth to protest, but the words caught in my throat as I stared at him. "W

CAMILLA.Tomorrow, I was finally going to tie the knot with that bastard. I didn’t know whether to laugh, cry or shout. I sat right In Front of my dressing table and stared at my reflection with pity for myself. I didn’t look like one of those happy brides, those ones who couldn't wait to walk down the aisle and say 'I do'. I looked more like a widow who just got kicked out from her late husband's house and stripped of every inheritance that her husband left her.Abruptly, I got up to pace around the room that had been mine since I was a child. It was very big, with one area totally occupied by the huge sized bed, and the other given over to a soft cushion chair and several paintings on the wall. The room was decorated in shades of royal purple and white. The four double windows on the far wall looked out on my most favorite part. I pushed one open. It was a hot summer day, and the park, carpeted thickly with grass, sparkled in the sun. The hot air seemed to invigorate me. At least, i

Camilla.I felt my breath catch in my throat as I stood frozen in front of the door, the sound of the wedding reception still blaring in the background. I had just walked out, my heart pounding in my chest as the last few seconds felt like they were stretching into eternity. It was supposed to be my wedding day. But now there was a wedding going on and it wasn't mine.I could still hear the echo of my sister's voice in my mind as she exchanged vows with Benjamin—her wedding to my fiancé. A feeling of coldness washed over me, numbing everything I thought I knew. My chest ached, not from the heartbreak, but from the realization that everything I had worked so hard for—everything I had built—was slipping through my fingers like sand.I hadn't realized the door had swung open behind me until the cameras flashed in my face, followed by a barrage of questions. Microphones were thrust toward my face, reporters yelling out at me as if I were some sort of animal in a cage."Camilla! Who’s the