"He is uh...." She trailed off for a few seconds trying to figure out how to complete her hastily concocted story."He had much to drink last night and...umh...rang on my bell....long story short he ended up falling asleep here." She blurted out, hoping her lie sounded somewhat plausible.Edward arched an eyebrow, "Couldn't you have called...I don't know… maybe his family...or someone to help you get him out. And why would he even ask you to come back to the bed?" Camilla felt a flush of panic at the unexpected turn of the conversation. She quickly tried to salvage her story, her mind racing to come up with a reasonable explanation."Oh, well, you see, he lives alone, and he doesn't really have anyone else to rely on. As for the bed thing, he's a heavy sleeper and probably just mumbled something in his sleep. You know how it is."Edward's expression shifted from curiosity to a mix of skepticism, "Can I come in?" he asked again, his voice tinged with a hint of growing irritation.Cami

Edward sat in his car, his grip on the steering wheel tight as he drove through the city's bustling streets.The world outside seemed to blur as his mind remained fixed on the incident that had unfolded earlier in the morning at Camilla's house.The weight of the emotions he had experienced was heavy, and his thoughts kept replaying the scene over and over.For a man who usually maintained his composure, today had been different. He had lost his cool in front of Camilla, revealing a side of himself that he rarely let anyone see.But he couldn't help it, the hurt he felt was too raw to be contained.How could she have done something like that to him? That question echoed in his mind, each repetition digging the knife of betrayal a little deeper.He had trusted her, believed in her words and actions, and now he was left questioning everything.The memory of her disheveled state, clothed in a mere robe and Alexander's half-naked form was an image that haunted him throughout the day.He h

Camilla stood on the balcony, the city's sparkling night skyline spread out before her like a sea of stars.Her eyes were brimming with tears, their shimmer mirroring the city lights."So he's dead?" Her voice trembled, her words breaking through the stillness of the night with a hint of anger beneath the sadness."Yes..." Alexander's voice came from behind her.He had been discharged from the hospital two nights ago, and although he had dreaded this conversation, he knew it was time to confront the past and reveal the painful truths that had led to their divorce especially since she was finally giving him a chance to explain.He moved closer to Camilla, his hair tousled by the cold breeze of the night.After a moment of hesitation, he began, "Camilla, I need you to know that I never wanted things to turn out this way. Red Saint...he was a lunatic, and all I wanted was to keep you safe."Camilla finally turned to face him, her face etched with pain and anger, tears streaming down her

Alexander moved swiftly through the walk-in closet, packing clothes and essential items into a small traveling box.Camilla trailed after him, her steps fraught with worry, every movement echoing her growing unease."I'm going with you," She declared, her voice firm and unwavering.Alexander paused, his hand still clutching a stack of shirts. He slowly turned to face her, his expression resolute. "No," he replied with equal determination.Camilla frowned deeply, her brows knitting together as she retorted, "What do you mean, no?... I'm coming with you." Her voice held a stronger resolve than before, emphasizing her determination.Alexander shook his head, his hands now gripping the edges of the open box.He spoke with a hint of frustration in his voice, "No... I can't have you follow me, especially when the outcome is as unpredictable as it is. You're safer here in Paris."Camilla stood her ground, her gaze unwavering as she repeated herself, her voice firm, "I'm going with you."Alex

Charles revved the truck's engine, his hand confidently shifting gears as he accelerated towards the sleek 2021 Cherokee Latitude LUX jeep parked opposite him.The man inside the jeep had been too engrossed in his phone call to notice the approaching truck until it was too late.With a futile attempt to start his jeep, the collision was inevitable as the truck plowed into the Cherokee.A few minutes later, Charles emerged from the truck, a wicked grin on his face as he surveyed the aftermath."Woah!... That was awesome!... So liberating!"The once-impressive jeep was now a mangled wreck, smoke billowing from it, and the acrid stench of burning rubber filled the air.Suddenly, a feeble groan caught Charles's attention. He tilted his head, peering at the man struggling to crawl out of the shattered window of the overturned jeep, a look of pain etched across his face.Charles couldn't suppress his twisted satisfaction as he observed the man's painful attempt to crawl out of the overturn