Camilla’s POV The two-hundred-thousand-dollar, black Hermès backless halter-neck fitted me perfectly. I planned to wear it the night I'd finally tell Nathaniel I was pregnant but that day was never going to come. I had booked a hotel after I left the house, showered, changed and showed up to the Hartford family dinner because I wanted to look them all in the eye for the last time.The estate dining room smelled like money and misery, the way it always did. Margaret Hartford, my mother-in-law, looked up from her wine glass the moment I stepped in. "You're seven minutes late.""Good evening to you too, Mother." Her eyes twitched. She hated when I used that term on her. Ingrid Hartford, Nathaniel's younger sister, was already seated and scrolling through her phone. She didn't look up as she said "We thought you weren't coming. Honestly, I would've preferred it."I pulled out my chair and sat down. "I know."The table was already half full. Aunts, cousins, the family lawyer Mr.
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