"DRINK! DRINK! DRINK! DRINK!" The small crowd of boisterous guests cheered—half of them gathered around the bar. A mix of their closest friends and a few more recent acquaintances, all with drinks in hand and wide grins on their faces, rooting for Camila as she gulped down the last of her cocktail in one swift motion.Antonio was in the midst of the group, arms crossed, eyes fixed on Camila as she laughed like she wasn't the same angry, snappy woman from one hour ago—heck, months since he had met her.He had never seen her so... carefree before. Was this the real Camila, the one that had somehow lost her way along the journey?He watched as she threw her head back, her blonde hair cascading down her shoulders, the sound of her laughter mingling with the cheers of their friends.It was a melody he hadn't realized she had inside.Camila, her cheeks flushed pink, raised her empty glass. Tipsy but with a playful glint, she declared, "Another round, boys!""Come on!" the burly guy who ha
"Get away from him, Cole?" Diane's voice, though small, carried a surprisingly sharpness through the stunned onlookers.Cole stopped fighting, ripped himself free from the guys holding him, and took a step forward. He was still shaking with anger. For a second, he looked surprised, but then his jaw just tightened up again.Then he glared at Madison."What's she doing here? Did you invite them?"Madison just rolled her eyes. "Seriously? You think I'm dumb enough to invite Diane?""Excuse me?" Diane snapped, looking pissed."Oh, come on, don't act like you're some innocent little thing. Don't even get me started."Meanwhile, Camila was off to the side, just watching the whole thing go down, a little smile twitching at the corner of her mouth. This was way better than any reality show. No popcorn needed.Just then, she felt a hot breath in her ear. "Want me to whisk you out of here?"Camila just tilted her head a little, already knowing who it was. "Nah, I'm good. And don't think knowing
"CAMILA!" Lawson's voice cracked. His face was so twisted that Camila would have mistaken it for a mask of pure anguish. But she knew he couldn't deny that he enjoyed himself that night, cheating on her.He wanted to pretend the words tasted like ash in his mouth. He wanted to take back everything to erase the memory of his pleasure, but it was too late.It's fucking too late. There's no forgiveness, no way in hell. Because each time she stared at the mirror seeing this reconstructive face, the next face she sees is Lawson. His calm reaction to Diane's dramatic confession of her pregnancy, the way his lips moved like a worm wriggling on a fishhook as he spewed that rubbish—it all screamed of his complicity and her utter worthlessness in his eyes.Silence fell. Even Lawson was speechless. His gaze dropped to the floor, exhaling as if each breath was a strangled relief, like a heavy chain had been yanked from his chest."You talked about punishment," Camila said finally, eyes welling
A simple, quiet night—was it too much to ask for?Now, the fragile peace she'd found shattered.Lawson. Here? After everything? A wave of nausea washed over her, the drink suddenly feeling like poison in her veins.Her eyes flicked to Cole, still awkwardly dancing with a happy Madison, who didn't seem to notice the unwelcome guest.Didn't Madison mention Lawson wasn't invited? Then how come he is here?Watching both men, bile rose to her throat. Well, Antonio's presence wasn't exactly surprising; though he was her constant source of annoyance, he was manageable.Lawson, on the other hand... He was delusional. Obsessed, even. With his twisted belief that he still had a place in her life.Hadn't she made it clear already that it was never possible?The audacity to show his face here, after she warned him to stay away, sent a fresh wave of fury crashing through her.Whoever spotted her first would likely make their approach. The last thing she wanted was a scene.Sighing, she dropped her
The first thing that jarred Camila from her sleep was the insistent ping of her phone. Groggily, she reached for it on her nightstand, squinting at the bright screen. A voice message. From an unknown number. Frowning, she tapped play."Hello, Cami, it's Madison. Please don't ignore. I know you're probably still upset, and honestly, you have every right to be. What Cole did was awful, and seeing him probably feels like the last thing you want to do. But um... how do I put this? Okay, here it goes: we're having a bachelorette-bachelor party combined. Since we won't be having a wedding, I kinda forced him to have a small party with friends only, no family – you're an exception. My brother isn't invited, so even if it's just a few minutes, say hi to Cole and wish him well. He's a jerk, but he's still your brother. I promise to make it up to you someday, anyhow, but please attend."As the message ended, Camila tossed the phone onto her bed, a wave of conflicting emotions washing over
Camila's driver came just in time.The car felt safe, but her mind kept going back to Antonio's fast driving and her reaction to the fears. It had been two years, and yet the scar the accident left refuses to go away. Even when she thought she had recovered, her reaction minutes ago just proved she was terribly wrong.They arrived at the entrance, and there, just outside, was a car parked, blocking the gates.Camila almost rolled her eyes at the figure leaning against the car.Emily.Dressed in a vibrant, almost aggressively pink tracksuit, complete with chunky platform sneakers and oversized sunglasses perched precariously on her nose.Like, who wears sunglasses at night?Camila got out. All the while, Emily had that scrunched-up face, arms crossed like she was ready for a confrontation. But Camila had no time for drama.Camila didn't say anything; she just walked past, heading for the gate.But Emily grabbed her arm, a sharp edge to her voice. "Rude. You should have said hi."Camila
Antonio stood frozen, watching Camila walk away.Guilt gnawed at him.He hadn't thought he was driving that fast, just a little over the limit. He wanted to stop her, but he knew how stubborn she could be when upset.He clenched his jaw. He did have something more pressing he needed to deal with, something that couldn't wait. He should have explained, but in his haste and preoccupation, he hadn't considered her feelings, her reaction. Even though it kind of seemed like an overreaction to him—most people wouldn't have blown up like that over a little speeding—her reaction, while extreme in his mind, was clearly rooted in something deeper.He'd handle this urgent matter, and then he would find her. He owed her a real apology, one that acknowledged the fear he'd clearly caused, even if he didn't fully understand the intensity of it.With a heavy sigh, he got back into the car, driving toward a specific alley.As Antonio started the engine, he pulled out his phone and quickly dialed a nu
Antonio's eyes bored into Lawson. And right then and there, Lawson actually thought Antonio would lash out because the look in his eyes told him he was in no mood for nonsense. And he was ready for any outcome. There was silence for a split second before Antonio abruptly pulled Lawson's hand away from Camila, his stare still fixed on Lawson. "You can continue your argument another time," he stated flatly. "For now, I'm taking her home." With that he seized Camila's hand, leading her away. Lawson watched them go, a muscle twitching in his jaw. He wanted to say something, anything, but Antonio's intense gaze warned him against it. He didn't want to cause a scene as he knew how he got into the party in the first place. Raising suspicion or drawing unwanted attention was the last thing he needed. He let them leave, a cold fury settling in his chest. This wasn't over. Not by a long shot. He'd find Camila again. ~~~~~~ Camila glanced back at Lawson, his fist clenched, bu
Silence hung for a breathless moment. Lawson's mind struggled to catch up with the sudden shift in power. One second he was the pursuer, the next he was pinned, interrogated by the very person he was trying to find. His eyes locked with Camila's. Gone was the carefree laughter he had witnessed earlier. If eyes could kill, he would have dropped dead by now. "So what now? You're stalking me?" she spat, slipping her hand off the wall. "Cami—" "Not only did you choose the long, drawn-out way of divorce, but you're also stalking me. Or perhaps you're trying to provoke me into filing a lawsuit for—" "You've got a lot of cash to spend on lawsuits, don't you?" Lawson cut her off suddenly, pushing himself off the wall. Camila didn't flinch, her feet tapping on the ground. Lawson noticed the sound, looked down, and then back up. He chuckled; he bet she wanted to strangle him right then. "You haven't changed a bit. You're still the same short-tempered, emotional woman behind this,"