ARIA POV“Can you hurry up? My baby is hungry,” Camile said impatiently, like she had been living here for years, or like she had every right to stand in the middle of our house and give orders to people who had been serving my family long before she even knew this place existed.Ever since Camille, or Camibitch, as I had already started calling her in my head, walked into this house with that loud, shameless mouth of hers, the quiet atmosphere we were used to has been completely replaced by noise, tension, chaos, and humiliation.My mother had barely left her room since yesterday.And my father, my fucking father didn’t even seem to care. I used to think he loved her.There was a time I looked at them and thought that was what marriage was supposed to look like, power, loyalty, love, respect. Little me would always pray for their kind of love, but standing here now, watching everything unravel because of one girl and one stupid mistake, I rejected that kind of love for myself Victor
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