Semua Bab He Gave His Wife To His Best Friends : Bab 1 - Bab 7

Camille's POV"You look beautiful tonight, Camille." Kieran said the moment I opened the door.And I hated how my stomach flipped because of how he called my name. He stood there in a dark shirt that fit him too well, his eyes traveling over my dress before meeting my face with a smile."Thanks," I slowly said, stepping back to let him in. "Vincent's in the living room."Nikolai appeared behind him, with his perfectly tousled hair. He leaned in, and kissed my cheek. "Two years and you still smell amazing. What is your scent? Jasmine?""No, lavender." I moved away before my body could betray me further. "Come in, dinner's almost ready."They followed me behind and I could feel their eyes on me the entire walk.These two people were Vincent's best friends, the men who'd been there through his recovery, who visited every month without fail.Vincent waited in his wheelchair by the dining table, with a genuine smile as they greeted him. Two years ago, he'd been the one turning heads, the

Camille's POV"You've been avoiding me all day." Nikolai's voice came from behind me as I stood by the pool, watching the sunset.I'd spent most of the day in my room, unable to face what had happened last night. Unable to face Kieran's knowing looks at breakfast or the way Vincent smiled at me like nothing had changed."I'm not avoiding anyone," I said without turning around. "I needed time to think.""About last night?" He moved closer, and I heard the smile in his voice. "Or about how good it felt?"Those six words made heat crept up my neck. "That shouldn't have happened.""But it did." Nikolai came to stand beside me, close enough that our arms almost touched. "And you wanted it. And I know you still do."I finally looked at him. "One night," I said firmly. "That was all it was.""Is that what you told yourself this morning?" He turned to face me fully. "Because from where I stood, it looked like you could barely walk straight. Like Kieran and I had taken you apart and put you ba

Camille's POV"Pass the salt, please." Vincent requested casually, as if we weren't all sitting at dinner pretending the last twenty-four hours hadn't happened.I handed him the shaker, avoiding eye contact with both Kieran and Nikolai across the table."How was everyone's day?" Vincent asked, as he picked his meat."Fine," I muttered, pushing my food around my plate."Productive," Kieran said, his eyes finding mine. The heat in his gaze made my stomach flip with the memories.Nikolai stayed silent. He'd barely looked at me since the argument where I didn't give him an answer. After he asked me to choose, I just brushed past him and went to Vincent's room.Vincent smiled like he knew exactly what was happening. "I'm glad everyone's settling in. This arrangement is working better than I hoped."My fork clattered against the plate. "Is it? Because from where I'm sitting, it feels like a disaster.""You guys will adjust." Vincent's hand found mine on the table, squeezing gently.Before I

Camille's POVI returned to the penthouse three hours later, calmer but no less confused. Vincent was out, according to the housekeeper. Perfect. I needed answers, and I wasn't above snooping to find them.His study door was unlocked, surprisingly. Vincent usually kept it secured, especially lately. I slipped inside and closed the door behind me, my heart racing with equal parts guilt and determination.Medical records. That's what I needed. Proof of when his recovery actually started, what the doctors really said about his prognosis. The filing cabinet was locked, naturally. But his desk drawers weren't.I rifled through papers, trying to distinguish relevant documents from business contracts. Most of it was company related, boring financial projections and acquisition proposals. Nothing about his health, nothing about physical therapy schedules.Then I found his calendar. A leather-bound planner, the kind Vincent insisted on using despite having a digital calendar on his phone. Old