《I Am Dead To You Husband 》全部章節：第 51 章 - 第 60 章

Antonio stood frozen, watching Camila walk away.Guilt gnawed at him.He hadn't thought he was driving that fast, just a little over the limit. He wanted to stop her, but he knew how stubborn she could be when upset.He clenched his jaw. He did have something more pressing he needed to deal with, something that couldn't wait. He should have explained, but in his haste and preoccupation, he hadn't considered her feelings, her reaction. Even though it kind of seemed like an overreaction to him—most people wouldn't have blown up like that over a little speeding—her reaction, while extreme in his mind, was clearly rooted in something deeper.He'd handle this urgent matter, and then he would find her. He owed her a real apology, one that acknowledged the fear he'd clearly caused, even if he didn't fully understand the intensity of it.With a heavy sigh, he got back into the car, driving toward a specific alley.As Antonio started the engine, he pulled out his phone and quickly dialed a nu

The first thing that jarred Camila from her sleep was the insistent ping of her phone. Groggily, she reached for it on her nightstand, squinting at the bright screen. A voice message. From an unknown number. Frowning, she tapped play. "Hello, Cami, it's Madison. Please don't ignore. I know you're probably still upset, and honestly, you have every right to be. What Cole did was awful, and seeing him probably feels like the last thing you want to do. But um... how do I put this? Okay, here it goes: we're having a bachelorette-bachelor party combined. Since we won't be having a wedding, I kinda forced him to have a small party with friends only, no family – you're an exception. My brother isn't invited, so even if it's just a few minutes, say hi to Cole and wish him well. He's a jerk, but he's still your brother. I promise to make it up to you someday, anyhow, but please attend." As the message ended, Camila tossed the phone onto her bed, a wave of conflicting emotions washing

"CAMILA!" Lawson's voice cracked. His face was so twisted that Camila would have mistaken it for a mask of pure anguish. But she knew he couldn't deny that he enjoyed himself that night, cheating on her.He wanted to pretend the words tasted like ash in his mouth. He wanted to take back everything to erase the memory of his pleasure, but it was too late.It's fucking too late. There's no forgiveness, no way in hell. Because each time she stared at the mirror seeing this reconstructive face, the next face she sees is Lawson. His calm reaction to Diane's dramatic confession of her pregnancy, the way his lips moved like a worm wriggling on a fishhook as he spewed that rubbish—it all screamed of his complicity and her utter worthlessness in his eyes.Silence fell. Even Lawson was speechless. His gaze dropped to the floor, exhaling as if each breath was a strangled relief, like a heavy chain had been yanked from his chest."You talked about punishment," Camila said finally, eyes welling

"DRINK! DRINK! DRINK! DRINK!" The small crowd of boisterous guests cheered—half of them gathered around the bar. A mix of their closest friends and a few more recent acquaintances, all with drinks in hand and wide grins on their faces, rooting for Camila as she gulped down the last of her cocktail in one swift motion. Antonio was in the midst of the group, arms crossed, eyes fixed on Camila as she laughed like she wasn't the same angry, snappy woman from one hour ago—heck, months since he had met her. He had never seen her so... carefree before. Was this the real Camila, the one that had somehow lost her way along the journey? He watched as she threw her head back, her blonde hair cascading down her shoulders, the sound of her laughter mingling with the cheers of their friends. It was a melody he hadn't realized she had inside. Camila, her cheeks flushed pink, raised her empty glass. Tipsy but with a playful glint, she declared, "Another round, boys!" "Come on!" the bu

Antonio woke up with a pillow on his face. He blinked, disoriented, and shoved the pillow away. But as he opened his eyes, he saw Camila standing at the edge of the bed, another pillow clutched in her hand, raised mid-air like a weapon.Damn, she looks pissed. Lips scrunched, eyes shooting daggers.The second pillow connected with his face."What the—" he bolted upright, tangled in the blanket. Feathers puffed around his head.Before Antonio could fully process the pillow assault, Camila grabbed another pillow from the pile on the floor. She scrambled onto the bed, straddling his legs, and began hitting him repeatedly with the pillows."You bastard!" she yelled, each swing a thwack of feathers puffing against his chest and shoulders. "How dare you cuddle me? Did I give you the fucking right?"Antonio grabbed her arms mid-swing and shoved her backward until her spine hit the bed. Pinning both her wrists above her head with one hand, he leaned over her, their faces mere inches apart."W