All Chapters of I Am Dead To You Husband : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Antonio watched himself in the mirror, carefully fastening the buttons on his jacket. Simple and smooth, just as he liked the party to go. It’s Abuelo's birthday party orchestrated by the good daughter-in-law, Emily.So sweet, wasn't it? But he knew better. He knew the gears turning in her head while she planned this messed-up celebration. She always wanted to crawl back to him; well, today she'll know there's nothing to crawl back to anymore.He gave his reflection a little nod, liking what he saw. But then a familiar face appeared behind him in the mirror—Emily.Dark eyeliner, glossy lipstick, and a dress too daring for an old man's birthday. Cleavage on full display on her off-shoulder. She was a vision of calculated allure.Her arms circled his waist from behind. "Good afternoon or evening. Didn’t keep track of time," she whispered, her cheek soft against his back.Without a word, Antonio peeled her hands off; it was a struggle at first, but there’s an advantage to being a man.Sh

Antonio went wide. What? Was he surprised? Why? It's what he wanted, wasn't it? Camila kissed him harder, her fingers tangled in his hair. Antonio held her tight. His fingers dug into her waist. The kiss felt strong, too rough for a charade. His lips moved with hers. They breathed hard. This wasn't just acting. Camila felt something new. A hot feeling. A little scary, but it would go away the moment she pulled away. She was sure of that. His hand moved on her back. His scent filled her nose. The music went soft. Too soft for what it should have been. It felt just like them. Camila pulled back; her lips felt full. Her face was hot, her toes curling restlessly. Her heart pounded in her chest. Antonio's eyes were dark, his fingers still framing her chin. A quiet moment. They breathed fast, eyes locked. And then it snapped. Camila slid her fingers from his hair, shifted back a little, and flashed him a brief smile. "Well," she said, her voice soft. "That was… someth

Camila's phone buzzed – Mr. Hernández's name flashed on the screen. Camila answered, a familiar knot tightening in her stomach. "Ms. Lopez," the lawyer said, his voice carrying bad news, "Lawson. He refused to sign the divorce papers." Camila's breath caught, but she kept her voice steady. "So, what do we do now?" "It complicates things," he explained simply. "Without his signature, we'll have to file a petition with the court to start the divorce ourselves. He'll have a deadline to respond, and depending on that and the court's schedule, it could take several months." "A trial?" The word felt heavy. She'd hoped it wouldn't come to this, that Lawson would cooperate. Now, it seemed like a long road ahead. "A trial is possible later," he confirmed. "But first, we file that petition. Please gather any financial records, the separation agreement, and any communication with him we haven't discussed. We need to prepare our case." "Alright. I'll get those documents to you soon.

Antonio felt his thigh flinch; it was subtle but enough for him to register her threat. Instantly, he pulled back, the smirk disappearing from his face, replaced by a serious, almost dismissive expression. "Speaking of personal space," he said coolly, "you're way too close. Shift, please." He then nodded curtly toward the staircase. "And go get dressed." He turned his gaze away from her, his attention fixed on something across the room, effectively ending the close confrontation. He could practically see the smug look on Camila's face as she climbed up the stairs with an air of confidence that came out of nowhere. She had officially become the only woman who could balance the power imbalance; even Emily, this deranged sometimes, wouldn't dare cross him using methods like that. Deflecting intimidation. A few minutes later, Camila descended the stairs, her hair curled and cascading down her back, a short cocktail gown clinging to her curves in all the right places, heels high enou

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,"