I was His wife. Now I am His Nemesis

Camille‘s POV I twisted my arm hard, ready to lash out, ready to scream. Then I saw his face. I froze. Adrian Steele. Fiora’s husband. He stood close enough that I could smell his cologne, clean and sharp, nothing like Marcus’s usual scent. His hands were still around my wrist, firm but careful, not possessive, like he was holding something fragile without meaning to break it.“You have no right,” I said, my voice shaking despite my effort. “Let go of me.”He released me immediately. “I know,” he said. “But you don’t want to do this. Not like this.”My laugh came out thin and broken. “Do what? Interrupt my husband while he’s kissing another woman?”Behind us, laughter drifted from the pavilion. Marcus’s voice wrapped itself around my chest and squeezed.I looked past Adrian, through the hedge, it was enough to see them.Marcus had Fiora pressed lightly against the stone railing now, her hand holding his jacket. Her head was leaned back, her mouth close to his ear. She looked calm

Camille POVI stood just inside the doorway, my bag still hanging from my shoulder. The house that had once felt like mine now felt unfamiliar, like I had walked into someone else’s life by mistake.The man cleared his throat. “Mrs Hale, my name is Whitman. I represent Mr Hale.” I didn’t look at him. My eyes stayed on Marcus.“You cheated on me,” I said. My voice sounded calm, even to my own ears. “I saw you with her. So tell me why am I the one being dragged through the dirt?”Marcus finally turned to face me.There was no guilt in his eyes. No shame, just distance.“You shouldn’t raise your voice,” he said. “This doesn’t need to be dramatic.” I laughed softly. “Dramatic? You were kissing another woman in public, Marcus. And somehow I’m the villain.”“What people believe,” he replied evenly, “depends on who is in control."The words landed like a slap.“So you let them call me a cheat,” I said. “You let them say I was having an affair with Adrian."“You were seen leaving with him,”

Camille's POV I couldn't get the words twins out of my head. Even when the rooms was quiet again, even when the sounds of the machine keeps beeping, even when I closed my eyes to sleep, I just couldn't stop thinking about it. There was two lives, inside me. I placed my hands on my stomach slowly, it felt the same as before, it was still flat and ordinary, yet everything about me had changed. i wasn't just a broken, abandoned and humiliated women anymore. I was responsible for taking care of these kids. Tears slipped down from the corner of my eyes and soaked into the pillow. I didn't wipe them away. I was tired of pretending that I was strong. Marcus didn't want me anymore but I know this kids are what he wants, but he will never know about them. I will make sure both him and Fiora never finds out. But I don't know how to do that. The door opened softly, Adrian came in. I wiped my face quickly, but it was useless and I know Adrian could tell that I have been crying. He stepped i

Camille’s POV Marley did not look at me. That was the first thing I noticed. People walked past me with purpose, phones pressed to their ears, bags slung over their shoulders. No one slowed down, no one stared. No one cared who I was or where I came from. It was exactly what I needed. I stepped out of the terminal with one small suitcase in my hand and the weight of my life pressed inside my chest. The air smelled different here. It felt more real here. “Taxi?” A man called out. I shook my head and kept walking. I needed to learn this place on my own. I got a new sim for my phone. I searched for rented apartments online and I found one with all the descriptions I needed. I booked a ride to the place. The apartment was small. It was one room apartment with a sizable kitchen, a bed pressed against the wall. No art or luxury. The landlord barely looked at me when I handed him the cash. “You staying long?” He asked. “I don’t know yet.” I replied. He shrugged. “That

Camille’s POV The room was quiet except for the sound of the machine. I stared at the ceiling and counted my breaths because if I counted seconds, I would lose my mind. The doctor’s hand moved slowly over my stomach. His face was serious. “Please,” I whispered before he could speak. I did not know who I was begging. Him, God or my own body. The doctor leaned closer to the screen. He adjusted something and he nodded. “There are two heartbeats.” I turned my head so fast the room spun. “Two?” “Yes,” he said. “One is strong and the other is weaker, but it’s there.” I started crying before I could stop myself. I tried not to make sounds. Just tears sliding into my hair, my chest felt tight with fear and relief mixed together. I planted both hands on my baby bump, as if I could hold them inside me by force. “I’m sorry,” I whispered. “I’ll be careful, I promise.” The doctor cleared his throat. “This will not be an easy pregnancy. You need absolute rest, no stress o