Todos os capítulos de Betrayed by my Ex-husband; Married to my Heart Donor: Capítulo 121 - Capítulo 130

Camila made it to the bathroom and closed the door after her, making sure to lock it.She then rushed towards the sink and turned the water on. Her reflection stared back at her in the mirror. Her eyes were red and slightly swollen, her cheeks were bright red even brighter than her eyes and her lower lip was broken while the upper was swollen. She lowered her face into the sink and began washing her face. She washed her cheeks so hard like she was trying to scrub out the redness. But when she finally lifted her face, her cheeks were worse. The redness was so dark now that anyone might think it was blood on her face.A knock came from outside the door accompanied by Aston's voice. “Camila, are you okay?”Camila immediately lowered her face back into the sink, heat pooling in her stomach as the memories of what had just happened in the room flooded into her mind.She had barely started washing her face when she noticed blood dripping onto the sink. Her breath stuttered as a lot of ques

Camila tilted her head slightly to face him. “Don't give me that attitude. All of you are the same thing.”Aston nodded. “Fine, I'm going to make sure you regret these exact words.”Camila walked back into her ward, pretending like she didn't hear him. She slumped back on her bed and pulled the duvet over her head. The thoughts kept recurring but she shoved them behind her.***Camila didn't know how she fell asleep but when she opened her eyes again, the room was only illuminated by a single bulb in it“You're awake.” Aston's voice came next.She sat up immediately, her heart jumping into her stomach as she wondered why he was here.Aston brought up the adjustable table and placed three flasks on top of it. He opened the flask and took a bite from each of it before placing the spoke to face her.“You should eat. You need a lot of energy to accomplish whatever you have in mind.” He said, flatly.His face was blank, holding no emotions at all.“I'm not hungry.” Camila said, turning awa

It took Camila a full minute to understand what he had just said and another minute to process it.“You want to hand me evidence that will implicate Miles?” She asked to be certain.“That doesn't answer my question.” He reminded her. “Will the evidence clear my blood debt?” Camila squinted her eyes. “Even in your dreams! I'm taking you straight to jail.”Pete scoffed. “That means you don't want the evidence?”Camila bit the inside of her cheeks. She wanted the evidence so badly but his bargain was impossible. She would find a way to drag both of them to jail even if it costs her her life.“Is that all you want to tell me?” She asked.Pete shook his head. “I knew you were going to reject my offer.” He paused and turned towards one of the officers. The officer stepped forward and placed an envelope in his hand. Pete turned to face Camila and placed the envelope on the table. “All the evidence you want is inside there.” The officer raised the glass separating them slowly and Pete pushe

Camila furrowed her brow. “Federal pardon? What's that?” Simon rushed towards his laptop. He brought it up and began scrolling through it, ignoring her completely. “Mr. Simon?” Camila called back his attention. “I asked a question.”“The president pardons criminals based on their conduct in the jail or their health reports.” Simon spared her a glance. “That's what Federal pardon means.”Camila's mind reeled. “Pardons, criminals? What about their crimes?”“It wouldn't be held against them anymore. Unless they commit another crime, you can't charge them to court.” Simon explained further.“Does that even make any sense?” Camila snapped, barely able to contain her anger.Simon shook his head. “I'm afraid it doesn't but that's the law for you.” Camila swallowed hard. Who the hell made that kind of law? Someone could commit all manner of crimes to another and in the end, he would be spared by the government. What happens to the victim?Camila got to her feet and walked towards Simon. “W

Camila's breath hitched but her expression remained neutral. Her health? What exactly was it about?She was just about to begin overthinking when something hit her. Was she really going to trust her word?She clicked her tongue. “Four seconds left, Miss Sarah.”“Are you not going to hear me out?” Sarah pressed further.Camila studied the way Sarah's fingers shook against her grip on her bag and the way she tapped her feet against the floor. That was the first sign of desperation, she was desperate but for what exactly. “A second and half,” Camila said.Sarah got to her feet. “Of course, you aren't going to believe me. But I want to commend you on something, you really know how to pick a man and ignore signs.”She put her hand into her bag and brought out a brown envelope. “Your first marriage, how long did it take you to go to the hospital and find out you have heart failure? What was the relationship between your doctor and your husband?” She tossed the envelope to the bed. “I'll l