Mag-log inMy heart shattered into a million pieces as I watched Cameil spreading her legs widely- probably enjoying what she was receiving.
Everything was just like a dream, I couldn't believe my eyes... My best friend for ten years now cheating with my husband? I searched the sun for some tears but they hung at the corners of my eyes as I walked inside the lounge. There was no atom of remorse on their faces, especially Lysander. He stood perfectly fine not even putting on an expression of remorse. I walked inside the lounge and stared eye-to-eye at Lysander "What on earth are you both doing, Lysander?" My voice cracked in slim thickness. Cameil attempted to speak up but Lysander held her back and walked forward. "I should be the one asking you that question, what on earth are you doing in this house?" His voice summoned, leaving some threatening flow in my blood. I didn't mind, instead, I stepped closer angrily "We just got divorced, Lysander, and you're already cheating on me with my best friend? Have some shame, Xander!" At this point, I didn't care about how betrayed I was and what my rights were under the Steel's mansion. All I wanted was an answer which Lysander attempted to give when I cut him off "Tell me, is she the third wheel? Tell me if Cameil was behind all these. Give me some answers, Lysander!" I yelled angrily as my eyes seized to remove from his face. "I don't need to tell you that we are divorced which means that whatever we had is over..." He paused and dragged Cameil who was already dressed up. Then he continued "Cameil here has been my backbone ever since I was forced to marry you! She gave me everything you couldn't give me, so why shouldn't I get her pregnant and make her my wife?" My heart froze immediately after Lysander's proclamation. What does he mean by that? Was he trying to say that Cameil is already pregnant with his child? Lysander and I may be divorced but I still can't stand seeing him moving on with another woman talk more of my Bestie! I turned to Cameil whose face was filled with remorse. "And you, cheating with my husband...oh my ex-husband was your priority?" "I trusted you, Cameil. I did everything you wanted me to, I told you my secrets, I shared all of my pains and happiness with you and all you could think of was paying me back by cheating with my ex-husband!" I yelled, my voice refusing to accept that Lysander was beside me and he might get angry. This is worse than divorce papers so I have to wail more to this than Divorce! Cameil remained silent, refusing to say anything. The remorse was in her face but her body language told that she wasn't regretting any of her actions. "That's enough, Ivy! Cameil and I have come too far to back out from this... We are DIVORCED meaning I didn't cheat on you. What brought you to my house, take whatever you possessed and get the fuck out of my house". Lysander said with a cool voice as if he cared about me. "I refuse to accept your claims, Xander! You know I love you but you divorced me. It wasn't even up to 24 hours after Divorce and you already picked my best friend?" "Cameil and I had been in a relationship for seven years now! We loved each other even before you married me..." Lysander said after me but I cut him off "I am aware of that, Lysander! You both dated but broke up the moment you landed in Coma. She was asked to carry out the insemination but she refused, now she is back in your life after I proceeded with the surgery!" "You're wrong, Ivy!" Cameil finally spoke up in a remorseful tone. "I rejected the insemination because I had papers in Germany. I was still carrying out my B.sc in medicine, my father wanted me to do that as soon as it was possible...." "No need for explanation, Cameil. I forgave you for abandoning me and we were back again for five years now..." Lysander cut Cameil off before turning to me "The servants will bring your pieces of luggage in no time! Take them and leave this house!" His phone rang instantly and he walked out. Cameil stood on the sofa and crossed her legs. She is used to this kind of luxury, isn't she? Her father is the President's P.R. so why won't she feel at home stealing my husband after rejecting him five years ago? I guess that's what nature wanted. Maybe I wasn't destined to be with Lysander. No need for further confrontation, I just have to take what I came here for and leave. One of the servants brought my luggage downstairs with tears around her eyes. I could tell that she didn't want me to leave but I had to go. I grabbed my luggage and looked at the home we made together. So, I'll be leaving the man I love for my fake best friend? What has to be has to be. Even if I cry from now till infinity, Lysander will never accept me back. I turned back to leave when Cameil stepped on my way. She looked at me with a cruel face, her remorseful face had all disappeared. "Excuse me, Cameil. I have to leave!" I said, locking my bags tightly but she kicked one of my luggage away. I turned to her angrily "And what is the meaning of this, Cameil? Haven't you done enough?" "I just wanted to remind you not to ever mention to Xander that I am infertile! You know all of my secrets and so do I!" She uttered with a threatening glance. "I am not stupid to tell Lysander that you're not pregnant. Instead, I will be happy when he learns the truth himself. I mean, your Tommy will rise, won't it? Lysander will eventually find out about your baby... Now, excuse me!" I responded and picked up my bag which she had previously thrown. I attempted to walk past her when she grabbed my hair so tight. "Let go of me, Cameil!" I screamed in pain but she wouldn't let me go. "I only befriended you ten years ago because I had some problems with my dad! I needed a friend to be close to and also live under her roof. Five years ago when I finally reconciled with my dad, I wanted to end this stupid friendship but kept it because I loved Lysander! I confessed the truth to you about my past relationship with Lysander so you will know that I am still loyal to this friendship. Now that he finally divorced you, I don't see the need to pretend again!" She said while clutching my hair so tight. I was still lost in pain while feeling Betrayed over Cameil's confession. So, she was never a FRIEND! "Let go of me, Cameil or I will tell Lysander the whole truth!" I threatened, hoping she'd let me go but she smirked "Not when I convince Lysander that you're a murderer..." Her utterance was baffling. Before I could have a second thought, she left me. I struggled for oxygen while recovering from her evil grip but she started screaming "Lysander, come and help me! Xander... Please help me!" I had to turn back to see what the problem was but upon turning, she stabbed herself in the belly! "Cameil!" A voice screamed from behind and I turned. That was Lysander staring at me while I held a knife in my hand. That was the same knife Cameil used to stab herself but I am the one holding it! Lysander pushed me away and I hit my head on the nearest sofa. I could hear Cameil's voice pointing towards me "She did this!" Cameil managed to say before closing her eyes. "Santos, Jakub, Chris! Get the car ready and grab this woman! Put her in the car, let's go!" Lysander yelled and his two bouncers- Santos and Chris grabbed me up. Whatever the future holds for me, I don't know!~Ivy Ethan and I hurried straight to the hospital. When we arrived, Lysander was no longer in his room. “Where is he, Doctor?” I asked anxiously. The doctor replied, “The patient was diagnosed with a stroke. He can’t walk or move properly. He’s being transferred to a larger hospital in the UK. I’m sure he’ll be okay.” Ethan pressed further. “Where is he now, Doc?” “The patient should be at the airport. His flight is scheduled to leave by 3 PM. He’s been waiting for someone named Ivy, but he had to leave—he couldn’t risk missing his flight.” I barely listened to the rest before checking the time. 2:35 PM. The drive to the airport would take nearly thirty minutes. I didn’t waste a second—I had to see him one last time, to show him my gratitude for taking the bullet for me. Ethan and I sped off, determined to catch him before he left the country. Luck was on our side; we arrived just as Lysander was about to board the plane. “Xander!” I called, my voice carrying across the bust
~IvyThey say love is sweet. They say love is bitter. They say love is destructive. But I believe love is both life and death—it all depends on how you embrace it.Because love found me, and love saved me. Without love, I wouldn’t be the person I am today.Today marks two weeks since Cameil was buried and two weeks since Lysander fell into a coma. He didn’t die; he was still alive. And today, for the first time in a long while, I get to be happy.Today, I am marrying the love of my life—Ethan Morale. We’ve been through so much together, and now, standing here, I know we will face everything as one.Ethan’s hand gripped mine as we stood before the altar.“Miss Ivy Rebecca Moore,” the priest began, “do you accept Ethan Alexander Morale as the love of your life, to stay strong through thick and thin, and to be together until death do you part?”I smiled at Ethan and nodded. “Yes, I do.”Then it was his turn. “Mr. Ethan Alexander Morale, do you accept Miss Ivy Rebecca Moore as the love of
{Cameil}I couldn’t believe what I had done. I couldn’t believe I had shot him—my Lysander, my everything.No…I screamed, a raw, jagged sound that echoed in the room. My eyes caught Ivy, squatting at Lysander’s side, panic etched across her face.“Are you okay? Don’t close your eyes, Lysander! Don’t close your eyes!” she pleaded, her voice trembling.But I couldn’t hear her anymore. All I could feel was rage, all-consuming and burning.“This is all your fault, Ivy! You deserve to die! You deserve to die!” I shouted, my breath shaky but my hands steady, gripping the gun with lethal intent.I wanted one thing now: to make it crystal clear to everyone, to prove I would not be the loser in this. Lysander lay on the floor—I didn’t know if he was alive or dead—but that didn’t matter. My focus was clear. I had to finish what I started: Ivy had to die.I forced myself to stand tall, positioning the gun directly at her.“You started all of this, Ivy. You deserve more than just a bullet. You h
{Cameil}Seeing Asmita collapse to the floor, blood spilling from her mouth, I felt a twisted sense of satisfaction—but it wasn’t enough. The person I truly wanted dead was Ivy.When I pulled the trigger, Asmita had rushed forward in front of her, taking the bullet meant for Ivy. She fell lifelessly to the floor.A hush fell over everyone. Fear froze them in place, but I hadn’t achieved what I wanted. Ivy’s life was still in front of me, mocking me.I reloaded, my hands steady despite the chaos around me, and aimed at Ivy.“I already made it clear to you before, Ivy,” I hissed, my voice low and deadly. “If I am to go down, then you are going down along with me. You must DIE! And I don’t give a fuck how it happens!”I was about to pull the trigger when Ethan’s voice cut sharply through my focus.“You are running mad, Cameil. Just drop the damn gun, right now!”In a flash of anger, I swung the gun from Ivy and pointed it at him instead.“Don’t annoy me, Lysander! One more step and you w
{Cameil} My head snapped up the moment I heard Asmita’s words.Even Lysander’s eyes widened in shock, his entire face tightening with fury. Before I could make sense of anything, he stormed toward me and grabbed me by the neck.“You heard her right?!” he yelled, his voice trembling with rage. “So you killed Granny because she found out we were having an affair? You actually killed her—after she called that meeting and begged us to stop? You killed my grandmother just because she found out about us?!”I struggled to breathe as his grip tightened, but I finally managed to push his hands away and shouted back, my voice breaking with anger.“Yes, Lysander! Yes! I killed your Granny months ago—and I don’t regret it. I will never regret killing her!”Lysander stumbled back, his chest heaving, eyes glistening with disbelief.His lips parted, but no words came out.At that moment, I didn’t care anymore. The truth—or what they thought was the truth—was out, and I was done hiding behind fear.
{Cameil}My heart pounded so loudly I could hear it echoing in my ears.What on earth was happening?That video—It had recorded everything. Every single word Asmita and I had said earlier about Old Mrs. Sylvie.Everything.And the worst part? It captured my voice clearly saying, “I KILLED OLD MRS. SYLVIE!”How did Ivy manage to get this video? How could she have recorded everything we said?That question kept tearing through my mind just as Lysander suddenly grabbed my hand.“What on earth is that video, Cameil? What video is that?” he demanded, his grip tightening.My mouth parted, but no words came out. The room seemed to close in around me.Lysander’s eyes burned with fury, his face flushed red-hot with emotion. I could feel the heat radiating from him—he loved his grandmother deeply. But how was I supposed to escape this, especially with the so-called evidence staring everyone in the face?“I asked you a question, Cameil,” he repeated, his voice sharp enough to cut through air. “







