All Chapters of I Am Dead To You Husband : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

"Can I take your order, ma'am?" the waitress asked, her pen poised over the notepad. Camila glanced at the menu, the vibrant pictures of Mexican dishes momentarily distracting her from the gnawing knot in her stomach. "I'll have the chicken enchiladas, please," she said, managing a small, polite smile. "And a large iced tea." It was noon, exactly fifteen hours since the party. Her phone lay face down on the table, a silent reminder of her usual loneliness, which now somehow felt suffocating. Probably because she was still in Mexico. She hadn't brought herself to call Cole yet about the change of plans. And Cole... well, Cole seemed to have vanished. No calls, no texts, nothing. It was as if she'd been completely erased from his radar. She watched the waitress walk away, a sigh escaping her lips. She felt miserable at the moment, and she couldn't explain why. "Can I join you?" That voice. That annoyingly familiar voice. Camila's eyes shot up, and instantly her face turned

Emily sat opposite Antonio, legs crossed, her eyes squinting as if she were trying to figure out what he was hiding under his clothes. It had been like this for the past few minutes since he walked into her suite. A staring match in the suffocating silence. Finally, Emily grew bored with the impasse. She stood up lazily, walking over to the mini bar. "What do you want, Antonio? I know you didn't come here for chit-chat..." She paused, turning to him, her fingers trailing down from her cleavage to her abdomen. "Or this." Antonio's eyes wandered over her lips, the way she bit them, licking them. "In your dreams." He scoffed, his face twisted in disgust. "That tired little performance? The cheap theatrics?" He gave a short, humorless laugh. "It might have worked once, twice even. But not anymore." He leaned forward, his eyes locking onto hers with an intensity that made her hand hover over the whiskey. "I see you now, Emily. Crystal clear. The games, the strings you pulled

The audacity of Antonio! Stealing her suitcase like some petty thief! She balled her fists, Antonio slamming the door like a caveman. "Antonio!" she exclaimed, scrambling towards the car before it could take off. She yanked the door open, but before she could fully orient herself or unleash her fury, Antonio grabbed her arm and shoved her into the car. The force of the pull made her collapse right into him, her head almost falling into his thigh. Her hands instinctively splayed out for balance, pressing directly against the unmistakable bulge. A jolt, sharp and unexpected, shot through both of them. Camila froze. Antonio went utterly still. Their eyes locked, and the air around them seemed to cease. The scent of his cologne, a mix of spice and something subtly woody, filled her nostrils. Camila's hands were still down there. She still hadn't taken them off for no apparent reason. And slowly, a thought crept in. A mischievous, reckless little seed of an idea— i

The air in the hallway crackled with unspoken tension. Camila's mind raced. Madison. Lawson's sister. The pieces clicked into place with a sickening finality. Why does she feel this way, this tightness in her chest? It's subtle, but it still hit harder than it should. She wasn't supposed to feel this way, yet... a bitter cocktail of emotions churned within her. It wasn't just the shock of catching her brother in such a compromising position, nor solely the sting of betrayal. It was the connection to Lawson that twisted the knife. Madison was an immediate and unwelcome reminder of the pain and manipulation Camila had endured. Seeing her here, in her space where she planned on feeling safe for a while, now felt like an invasion. It dredged up the raw anger and vulnerability she had been trying so hard to suppress. And Cole. He knew how she felt and yet... "Cole..." Madison's voice cut through, her eyes darting over Camila in suspicion. "Who's she?" Cole rubbed his t

THE NEXT MORNING There was a knock at the door. Soft, a little hesitant. Camila didn't flinch. She remained a still point in the rumpled bedsheets, her gaze fixed on some unseen spot on the wall. Jaw clenched, eyes narrowed, as if the wall was the enemy ready to attack. Then another knock came, a little louder this time. "Camila." Cole's voice cut in, low and hoarse. "You there?" Camila glanced briefly at the door before responding flatly. "Yes." "Can I come in?" Camila's expression didn't change. "Yes." The door opened slowly, and first, Cole peeked through, his gaze landing on Camila. He didn't speak immediately, just stood there for a long moment, his expression unreadable. Finally, he stepped fully into the room, closing the door softly behind him as if not wanting to break the fragile silence. He moved with a quiet awkwardness, like an intruder in a sacred space. "Can I?" he asked, pointing to the edge of the bed. All the while, he didn't dare look