LOGINI blinked uncontrollably, staring at the man sitting across from me. An uncomfortable feeling settled deep in my chest. My hands trembled around the fork until I could no longer hold it, and it slipped from my fingers, clattering loudly against the plate.Lucas said nothing. He simply stared at me, his eyes filled with a quiet honesty I wasn't ready to face.I remained speechless because, deep down, I knew he was right. I had been so consumed by my love for Daniel Valdez that I hadn't bothered to give anyone else a chance—not even Lucas.“Come on, eat up,” Lucas finally said, breaking the heavy silence between us.But I'd completely lost my appetite. I watched him calmly twirl his spaghetti around his fork and shove it into his mouth, as though his confession hadn't just turned my entire world upside down.Has Lucas always loved me? What about his wife? I wondered, my heart aching at the thought.He looked up at me again.“Your food is getting cold, Camilla,” he added softly.I forced
My phone was still in the room, but I couldn't go back upstairs to get it. At the same time, I knew I couldn't simply continue leaving with Daniel. But as long as we weren't legally divorced, I felt I had no other choice. My entire body ached from the fall, and blood was still trickling down from the wound on my head. Still dressed in nothing but my night lingerie, I slowly forced myself to my feet and left the building. I had no money, no phone, and absolutely nothing with me. Somehow, I managed to hail a taxi and asked the driver to take me to Lucas's house. "We're here, ma'am." "Please, can you wait for me? I need to go upstairs and get some money. It'll only take a few minutes," I pleaded with the taxi driver. "It's okay, ma'am. I think you need the money more than I do," he replied kindly. The moment I got down from. The taxi, the man drove speedily. Tears filled my eyes once again. The cold weather seemed to seep into my bones, while icy chills ran down my spine. I was beg
Deep down, I had known he would react this way, even if a part of me hoped he wouldn't. That was why I left the signed copy of the divorce papers on his desk. "There are plenty more where that came from," I said. Rage flashed across his face. He grabbed me by the neck, but I shoved his hands away. Before I could pull back, he seized me around the waist and dragged me close. "I’ve known you a long time, Camilla," he purred, his voice tight with anger. "I know you like the back of my hand. You’re madly in love with me, and you don't actually want this divorce. You just want me to treat you the way I treat other women—to love you as much as you love me. You're letting jealousy blind you." He dragged his tongue across my cheek before forcing a harsh kiss onto my lips. I pushed against his chest, fixing him with a cold glare. "I don't want any of that, Daniel. I'm done. I just want a divorce." He turned me toward the desk and held me tightly from behind. I could feel the hardness of
The restaurant was warm, so I booked the VIP session. A private room where I would feel comfortable enough to have a conversation. My lawyer and I ordered a wine to drink, but his gaze stayed locked on me. As if trying to suspect something. "You don't need to stare at me that much, Thomas." I told him, taking a sip of my drink. He remained quiet, still staring at me, probably wanting me to spill the reason I called him. But I wanted to wait for Lucas to arrive. Thomas and I had gone a long way. He grew up in the same neighborhood as I did, alongside Daniel and Lucas. Funny enough, he was one of the men that desperately asked me to be his girlfriend, and I rejected him. It didn't take long before Lucas Walked into the VIP room, and sat down close to Thomas, directly opposite me. "Hello, Thomas" Lucas greeted as he sat down. "You invited Lucas?" Thomas asked, looking confuse. "What exactly is going on here Camilla?" I crossed my leg, sat up right, folded my hands, but with a glas
At 3:00 a.m, everything around me was blur. My head throbbed violently, and every inch of my body screamed in pain as I struggled to pull myself off the floor. Daniel’s kicks had left me badly wounded. Blood streamed from the cut on my forehead, running down my face and dripping onto the clothes I had worn that night. But the pain in my body was nothing compared to what I felt when I heard the moan sound coming from our room. I froze. Then I rushed toward the door, my heart pounding wildly against my chest. I tried the handle, but it was locked. “Daniel?” I pushed against the door with all the strength I had left. “Daniel, please… open the door.” I cried out loudly. I banged on it again and again, my voice breaking with every word. But the door remained firmly shut. And then I heard it. The moans grew louder, cutting through me like knives. I covered my ears, squeezing my eyes shut, desperately wishing the sound would disappear. But it wouldn't. No matter how tightly I presse
"You may kiss the bride" The wedding officiant yelled. My heart raced every time I remembered the vows he had made at the altar earlier today. The smile on his face had made my cheeks warm, and I couldn't stop replaying the moment in my mind.As I looked at him with shy, love-filled eyes, without hesitation, Daniel pulled me into his arms and kissed me as though his life depended on it. The passion in that kiss made the love I already had for him burn even brighter. Although it had been our very first kiss, it felt as if he had been waiting his whole life for it.I had always believed I loved him far more than he could ever love me. But standing at the altar, with my heart pounding against my chest, I could have sworn I felt his heart beating just as hard. For the first time, I allowed myself to believe that maybe... just maybe... he had finally fallen in love with me too.Now, I am Standing in front of the mirror, smiling foolishly at my own reflection as the memories of the day play







