Semua Bab THE CEO’S BETRAYAL; EX-WIFE HIDES HIS BABIES: Bab 41 - Bab 49

Camilla's POV. I followed him quietly toward his office, my heart still pounding from what had just happened at the boardroom. Why would he pull a stunt like that? Did he want the entire staff at Torrance Memorial to start whispering about us? About our past? The memory kept replaying in my head like a broken record. He had leaned in so close—too close. His breath brushed against my skin, and then his eyes trailed to my lips, pausing for just a second, long enough to make me forget where we were. When our eyes locked again, something in my chest fluttered wildly, and I hated it. Hated how easily he could still affect me after everything. Was this his plan all along? To break me down bit by bit until I lost every ounce of sense I’d managed to hold on to? I shook my head, trying to banish the thought. “Are you okay?” he asked. I blinked, realizing I’d stopped walking. We were already at his office, and he was holding the door open, waiting for me to step inside. “I’m fine,” I m

Camilla’s POV,Raymond sat there for a few seconds, silent and still. I kept staring at George, who lay so small and fragile on the hospital bed, hooked up to machines that beeped softly in the quiet room. My heart ached in a way I hadn’t expected.I couldn’t bring myself to speak. I couldn’t find the words to explain what I’d been hiding all this time. The guilt weighed heavily on me, like a thick fog pressing down on my chest. I should have told him. I should have told him weeks ago when everything changed.“Raymond,” I finally called, my voice trembling as I moved closer to him. I sat down on the chair beside him, feeling so exposed under his gaze. I reached out and took his arm gently, needing contact.“Raymond, I’m sorry,” I said, my voice barely a whisper, thick with regret.He didn’t look at me right away. Instead, his eyes were fixed on George, his brow furrowed deep in thought. “What’s wrong with George?” he asked quietly.I swallowed hard and took a deep breath. “Weeks ago…

Lawrence’s POV.I sat quietly in my office, my head resting against the back of my chair, eyes shut. The day had drained every ounce of energy I had. I hadn’t even noticed how tense my shoulders were until I tried to relax.It’s been a rough couple of weeks.The work kept piling up, and even though Dylan helped me here and there, a lot of it still needed my attention. I’d spent the whole morning buried in documents, flipping through contracts and signing papers like a machine.Knights Mobile was growing rapidly—better than I had expected, honestly. And as exhausting as it was, I couldn’t deny I felt proud of how far we’d come.Still, lunch break came and I felt nothing. No hunger. No appetite. Just emptiness.Dylan and the others had already gone to grab lunch or ordered theirs in. I just stayed behind, staring out the glass window for a while before leaning back into my chair again.For days now, I haven’t been able to eat lunch properly. It’s like my body just shuts down at this hou

Lawrence's POV.I got up from the bed, restless again.For the past few days, sleep had been running from me like I was chasing it with a stick. No matter how tired I felt, the moment I closed my eyes, my mind would start racing. Memories, regrets, questions—they all kept flooding in. It was exhausting.With a sigh, I got out of bed and made my way downstairs. The house was quiet, dim, and cold. Just like my thoughts.I walked into the kitchen and opened the fridge to get a bottle of water. My eyes fell on the scrapbook I had taken from Mom’s room. I had left it on the counter earlier, planning to look at it again.It was old and worn but still so full of meaning. Mom had made one for each of us—me and Liana—when we were turning ten. She made us sit in different rooms and write about each other. Paste pictures. Draw memories. And the rule was simple—we weren’t allowed to look at each other’s pages until we turned eighteen.But life had other plans.Mom died before that day came. And s