Betrayed by my Ex-husband; Married to my Heart Donor のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 51 - チャプター 60

Camila didn't know she was already on the bed until Aston kissed her forehead gently, dragging her back to consciousness.“Have a good rest,” he whispered, adjusting her duvet.‘Rest?’ Camila wasn't sure that was a good idea as her mind was in pure chaos. She shifted her face towards the window with no plan of protesting.Slowly, she felt Aston's weight leave the bed. Maybe she could just pretend she's okay and wait for him to leave the room first.But then something suddenly clicked in her mind. She turned sharply, grabbing his hand before he could take a step forward.Aston stared from where she gripped him to her face. “What's wrong?”Camila pulled him onto the bed in one swift move and forced herself to sit upright.“Camila, you should rest first. We'll talk about anything else later.” Aston said, trying to pull her down but she held onto him tighter. “Why did you ask Pete to issue my fake death certificate even though you knew his plans?” Camila asked, her eyes searching his face

Camila sprang up immediately. “illegal detention? Are you fucking kidding me?” Aston grabbed her hand, trying to calm her down. “Don't worry as long as you don't wish to sue him legally yet. I can get him out of the police's custody.”The door burst open before Camilla could reply and Braden came rushing inside. “Mr. Aston, you need to see this.” Aston turned to face him, a frown appearing on his face. Braden shoved a tablet into his hands before he could say anything. “Just take a look at the video.”Aston spared a brief glance before lowering his head onto the tablet. Camila joined him without thinking twice.A feminine voice flooded the room the instant Aston touched the play icon. “Breaking news, the model president of Winston's corporation, Mr. Aston Winston has allegedly locked up Mr. Miles Griffin in police custody for three days without any evidence.” The voice paused as if giving the audience time to digest her words. “While others claim it might be because of an unrefund

Aston grabbed her hand before she could toss the phone away. “Are you seriously really going to let this affect you?” Camila turned fully to face him. “What? It doesn't affect you? They are literally just talking about you and your family and you are unbothered?”Aston took the phone from her hand gently. “Why should I?”Camila stared at him blankly, nodding her head. “Of course, why should you? Why would you care when you are trying to bottle everything up?” Silence returned to the car as Aston leaned back in his chair, pretending like he didn't hear her.“Are you unbothered or just pretending to be?” Camila demanded, grabbing his arm when she didn't get any reaction from him. “Pretending won't help you here? You just—”“What would help?” Aston cut her off, turning abruptly to face her. He locked eyes with her, his sharp gaze boring deep into her soul. “No, I do like to hear what would help? Crying? Shouting? Losing my mind?”Camila froze, her throat suddenly going dry. The sudden s

The door burst open before Camila could react and Sarah walked in and behind her was a young man, one glance at him and you could tell he was more than just a nerd.“I hope I'm not late?” She asked, walking towards Miles.She brushed past Mr. Hartwell and settled on the chair next to Miles. “I brought the best as you asked.”Aston's face twisted into a frown. “What are you doing here?”“So finally, you remember who I am?” Sarah asked with an eye roll.“That doesn't answer my question, Ms. Denford.” Aston reminded her, his voice void of any emotions.“Oh your question! I'm here to test out Denford’s law school's best graduate. Don't you think that's nice?” She asked, her face scrunched up. Aston got to his feet pointing at the door. “This isn't a place for your jokes. Get the hell out of here.”Miles got to his feet too. “Mind your words, Mr. Winston. You don't expect my lawyer to walk out the door because you instructed him to.”Mr. Hartwell turned to face Miles. “Mr. Griffin, I'm yo

“It's not what you think, I just… just lost it for a second.” Camila stuttered, biting her inner cheeks hard.“Mr. Winston, I would understand if you sue me.” The voice came again from the speaker.“Where is Dr. Pete?” Aston demanded, his voice flat.“Mr. Winston, when will your lawyer come to question me? I'll be leaving the country in a few days.” The voice said, ignoring Aston's question completely.Aston's hand tightened on the phone slowly. “I can remember asking a question.”Silence settled on the hallway for a few seconds. “Oh about Dr. Pete. I don't… I don't know where…” his voice trailed off for a second or more. “Network is bad over here. My lawyer will come to see you tomorrow to settle.”The line went dead the next second. Aston stared at the phone for a moment before slamming it into the blue door.Braden backed away immediately, his head lowered.Camila stared from the phone scattered on her floor to Aston's face. The dark red and green veins strongly visible in his neck