All Chapters of Trapped Between Two Brothers : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

~ Camelia POV ~After a while of staring at the door, hoping to see Becca walk in, I decided to get myself busy. I pulled a stack of files toward me and opened a document on my computer screen. I hoped that if I paid more attention to work, it would help keep my mind off the clinging feeling of Asher’s touch and the sudden reality of the wedding.I forced my eyes to trace the lines of text on the screen, staring at them long enough for the words to blur. But when the door finally creaked open, I blinked and realized I hadn't been paying attention to the work at all. The moment my focus slipped, my mind had gone right back to the previous night, to the way Luke had kissed me."Are you okay?" Becca asked as she walked in. She closed the door softly behind her and took a seat on the chair opposite my desk. "You didn't sound so well when you called.""That's because I'm not, Becca," I replied. My voice sounded weak and tired, even to my own ears. "I feel like I'm losing my mind."Becca le

~ Camelia POV ~I turned off my computer and rose from my chair, stretching my stiff shoulders. I felt much lighter than I had before. It turned out Becca's words were exactly what I needed to pull myself together and stop worrying.I grabbed my bag from the desk and walked toward the exit. After everything that had happened today, all I wanted was to go home, lock my door, and leave the stress of the day behind.But the moment I stepped out into the quiet corridor and headed toward the elevator, I came across Gwen.She was walking toward the elevators, her steps slow as she wiped the tears from her cheeks. It was obvious she had just come from Luke's office, and things hadn't gone well.A chill ran down my spine, and a strong urge hit me to turn around and go back to my office until she left the building. But before I could take a step back, she looked up and caught my eye.Gwen quickly wiped her face, lifting her chin to hide the fact that she had been crying. The sadness vanished,

~ Camelia POV ~My hand tightened on my bag strap as I walked out of the building. I forced myself to take slow breaths, trying to pull myself together so no one would notice I had been crying. The moment a cab pulled up to the curb, I climbed into the back seat.I rested my back against the leather seat, closing my eyes. I took a deep breath to calm the shaking in my limbs, but the sadness quickly turned into a hot, burning rage inside my chest. I couldn't just go home and hide."Please take me to the Henderson mansion," I told the driver.The man nodded, turning the wheel away from the road that led to my apartment.I tried to keep my hands still in my lap, but the thoughts came crashing down on me, like a reminder that no matter what I did to move on, Anya would always find a way to reach out and ruin my life.When the cab finally stopped in front of the Henderson mansion, my gut twisted into tight knots just looking at the big gates. I paid the driver, stepped out, and walked str

~ Camelia POV ~My heart ached so much by the time I was able to pry myself off the floor. I dragged my feet over to the couch and collapsed into the cushions, letting out a shaky breath. I stared at the ceiling, wondering how my life was going to look after today.I would have to return everything Luke had given me, even the comfort of this apartment. The thought of losing this safe space made the ache in my chest tighten.The sharp sound of the front door opening snatched my attention. I sat up hastily, my breath catching in my throat as I prayed it wasn't Luke. But when Becca walked into the living room, the tension drained from my shoulders, and I let myself breathe."Please tell me whatever is making you look like this isn't because of Asher or Luke," she said. She made her way over to the couch, dropping her bag onto the floor. But the moment she looked at my face and noticed how red and swollen my eyes were, she gasped. "Camelia, what happened?"I sniffled, wiping the fresh wet

~ Camelia POV ~The next morning, getting out of bed felt like a physical weight crushing down on me. The moment I opened my eyes, my mind drifted straight to the fact that I was going to work today, not to enjoy the comfort of having a job, but to quit.By the time I finished getting dressed, I found myself standing frozen in front of the mirror. I stared at my pale face and hollow eyes, trying to force a small smile onto my lips. I told myself I wasn't going to let anyone in that building see me break today.But the moment the thought crossed my mind, I knew I was lying to myself.I walked out of my room and made my way downstairs. When I reached the bottom step, I saw Becca still asleep on the couch. She was curled up on her side, a pen still clutched tightly in her hand, with my resignation letter resting on the coffee table beside her.I walked over quietly and picked up the paper. Looking down at the neat lines, I realized she had stayed up to finish the entire letter before exh