บททั้งหมดของ Betrayed by my Ex-husband; Married to my Heart Donor: บทที่ 101 - บทที่ 110

Camila stared from Braden's face to the top floor. Maybe Braden was right, maybe he wasn't but there was only one way to find out.“Thanks,” she said after a few seconds and got to her feet. “You know thanks for anything you think you did right.” She didn't wait for his response before turning towards the stairs.“Then I'll be on my way, ma'am.” Braden said, rising to his feet.Camila kept walking, pretending like she didn't hear him. As she approached the study, the portrait flashed through her mind.‘Who was that lady? His first love? Or maybe his mother?’ She tried thinking something positive.She was so lost in her thoughts that she didn't know when she entered Aston's study.“What's your excuse this time?” Aston asked, dragging her back to reality.Camila cleared her throat, pushing the whole thoughts behind her. “If I say I want to talk to you, I'm not trespassing anymore right?” “Talk to me about what? Business? Having a baby or—”“Stop it already, Aston.” Camila snapped, cut

Camila hurried out of Winston's villa and got into one of the cars, hitting the road immediately. She arrived at the station, minutes later and rushed in. “I want to see Mr. Pete Bruce,” she said, panting heavily. The young officer at the front desk narrowed his eyes on her. “He can't see anyone for now.” Camila's hand tightened around the file. “Who gave the order?” The officer hesitated for half a second. “Him, the inmate doesn't want to entertain any guests.” Camila chuckled under her breath, observing the young officer carefully. After a few seconds, she placed the file on the counter. “His lawyer has very important things to discuss with him.” She paused, leaning against the counter. “Pass this onto him.” The officer stood stiffly staring at Camila without a word. “What's wrong? Were you lying earlier?” Camila demanded, searching his face.The officer avoided her eyes immediately, clearing his throat. Without another word, he turned around and went into the inner room.C

Camila lowered her head as memories began rushing it. It was five months after she got married to Miles and two months after she got diagnosed with congestive heart failure.Miles had come to meet her. The company wasn't fully his and he needed money for her treatment. Because Camila was made the vice president by his grandfather, Miles needed her signature for everything.He had asked for her signature to give 5% of the company's share to Pete. Camila could clearly remember that day like it was yesterday and the doubt of giving out the shares like that.She had even gone ahead to suggest she keep taking her drug till the company was fully handed over to him but he had refused.“You're now my wife, Camila and I made a vow to you on the altar. I'll always stand by you both in sickness and in health. Remember, when we were still dating, I promised to find a cure for you and I'm not backing down now.” Those were his exact words, the same words that made her naive heart flutter three yea

“Mrs. Winston, We've a very high chance of winning this case.” Simon said, pushing a cup of coffee towards Camila.They were now in his office and they were seated right across each other.“High chance with the evidence provided, right?” Camila asked to be sure.Simon nodded his head. “Pete confessed his crimes himself so he would surely get convicted but—”“But what?” Camila cut in impatiently.“But Mr. Griffin isn't yet on our radar. Pete's confession shows he's linked to the case but none of his confession proves he really did it.” Simon explained, calmly.Camila narrowed his eyes. “What's that supposed to mean? The evidence points that he's the mastermind of it.”Simon shook his head. “They don't.”“The share transfer files and recruitment files clearly pointed at that.” Camila reminded him.“They only have his signature.” Simon pointed out.“That's it. His signature proves he ordered Miles to do it.” Camila said, her voice rising.“Your signature is also on it. So are you trying

Camila froze mid-step as Sarah's words hit her ear drums. She turned immediately to face her. “What's that supposed to mean?” “Oh my gosh! You can see me and can talk to me.” Sarah gushed dramatically.Camila clenched her hand beside her. “That doesn't answer my questions.” “Is your question more important than me?” Sarah whined, sadness clouding her features. “I've been in the station for more than a week now and you didn't even care to ask me how I'm doing.” Camila narrowed her eyes, finally taking a good look at Sarah. She looked less of herself but her appearance was much better than Miles.Her hair was tangled badly, her lips were chapped and broken, and her eyes were puffy and swollen like she had either been crying or sleeping a lot.Sarah rushed out of the grip of the officers holding her and grabbed Camila's hand. “You feel pity for me right? I don't know what your husband told my father but he had refused to visit me.”“That is none of my business,” Camila said, pulling h