Todos os capítulos de The Billionaire's Sixty-Day Wife: Capítulo 111 - Capítulo 120

Camila’s POVMorning arrives too quietly. I open my eyes before the alarm rings. For a second I forget what today is. Then it all crashes back. The board meeting. Victor. Sophia. The police. Everything. I stare at the ceiling. My stomach already feels tight.Alejandro’s arm is still around my waist. He’s awake. I can tell. He asks if I slept either. His voice is rough with sleep. I turn toward him and ask if he was watching me. He prefers to call it attentive. I roll my eyes. He always renames things. It helps him, apparently. His smile reaches his eyes and calms me more than I expect.We get ready almost silently. Neither of us talks much. The quiet isn’t awkward. It’s careful. Mrs. Harper meets us downstairs and places breakfast on the table. She points the spatula at me when I say I’m not hungry. That wasn’t a suggestion. Alejandro coughs to hide a laugh. I glare at him. Mrs. Harper nods proudly. Finally someone who appreciates her authority. I sigh dramatically. I’ve been betrayed

Camila’s POVThe room refuses to settle. Directors whisper over each other while lawyers shuffle papers across the table. The chairman taps his pen twice. “Order.” Nobody listens. He taps harder. “I said order.” The voices slowly die.Victor leans back comfortably. Like he has nowhere else to be. Like every second belongs to him already. I hate how calm he looks. Alejandro keeps his eyes forward. His face doesn’t change. Only I notice the tiny muscle tightening along his jaw.The chairman adjusts his glasses. “We’ll proceed with the vote.” A voice suddenly interrupts him. “Excuse me...” Everyone turns. Mom. She slowly pushes herself to her feet. Her hands tremble against the table. For one terrifying second I think she’s going to fall.I jump up immediately. “Mom. I’ve got you.” She smiles at me. Small. Tired. “I’m alright.” She lets out a shaky laugh. “I’ll be alright.” Alejandro quietly steps beside her. Without saying anything he steadies the chair behind her. She looks at him. “Tha

Camila’s POVThe boardroom doors open again. Everyone turns at once. A man steps inside, then immediately freezes like he regrets coming. He looks ready to run. His suit is wrinkled. His hands won’t stop shaking. He keeps glancing toward the exit instead of the room.Victor notices him first. A tiny smile appears. Not friendly. Certain. The man lowers his head. “I… I think I made a mistake.” He takes one slow step backward. “No. I shouldn’t be here.”Nobody moves. Nobody even speaks. The silence only scares him more. He turns, ready to leave. Without thinking, I walk toward him. Alejandro watches me carefully but doesn’t stop me.The man flinches when I get close. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to interrupt. I just… I don’t think I can do this.”I smile gently. “You already did.”He blinks. “What?”“You came. That was the hardest part.”His breathing stays uneven. “You don’t understand. They’ll come after me.”“They came after everyone.”“I know. No… you don’t. My wife begged me not to com

Camila’s POVThe chairman hasn’t answered the request for a recess yet. Another knock echoes through the boardroom. Every head turns again. The doors open. Lena walks in. Still wearing her white coat. Her hair is slightly messy. A stethoscope still hangs around her neck. She looks like she sprinted straight from the hospital.She stops in the doorway, breathless. “I… ran.”Dylan checks his watch. “You made excellent time.”“I skipped lunch.”“That explains the attitude.”“I always have attitude.”“Fair.”Several directors smile despite themselves. Lena walks toward me first. She quickly looks me up and down. “You okay?”“I think so.”“You look exhausted.”“You look worse.”“I know.” She sighs dramatically. “I had three surgeries and one panic attack before getting here.”Dylan raises one finger. “Was the panic attack yours?”She points at him. “Keep talking. I dare you.”He immediately sits back down. “I enjoy living.”The room chuckles again. Lena finally notices Alejandro. “You fed

Camila’s POVNobody left the boardroom immediately. The silence after Victor’s arrest somehow felt louder than all the arguments before it. People simply sat there, trying to understand that it was finally over.The chairman slowly stood. His hands rested on the table for a moment before he looked at everyone. “I’ve chaired this company for twenty-three years… and today is the hardest day of my career.”Nobody interrupted him. Even Dylan stayed unusually quiet. The chairman turned toward Alejandro. “Mr. Vega…” His voice softened. “We failed you.” Then he looked at me. “And we failed Miss Sophia Monroe.”The room became painfully still. One elderly director slowly removed his company pin and placed it on the table. “I voted against her.” He laughed bitterly. “I told myself I was protecting the company.”Another director rubbed his eyes. “I remember that meeting. I didn’t speak. I should have.”One after another… directors quietly admitted what they had done. Or failed to do. No excuses