All Chapters of The Divorce Game : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

SEBASTIAN I swirled my seat as I watched the staff give their presentation, my fingers drumming lightly on my desk while my hand rubbed my jaw. Suddenly, my phone chimed with a notification. I glanced at it calmly, but my expectations shattered—it wasn't her. It was just an email from a client.My chest tightened, and my fist clenched against the desk.Camilla Flores, how dare you?“Sir... did I do something wrong?” One of the staff members asked quickly, his voice trembling.I looked up at him. His glasses had slipped down his nose, and his entire hand was vibrating. The other staff members were staring at him, some bracing for the storm, but my anger wasn't about anyone in this room.That woman was supposed to call me, asking for my command on what to do next. Instead, she ignored everything we established and continued her daily routine as if nothing had changed.I even heard Lyra met with her today, and they weren't distant at all—they were still acting like friends. Is she plann

CAMILLA A sudden knock on my door snapped me from my thoughts. I shifted my gaze toward it, lazily got to my feet, and walked over to open it.Lyra groaned in exhaustion and walked inside, tossing her heels carelessly onto the floor before collapsing onto my bed. I stood by the door, staring at her, unable to stop the nagging question running through my mind.What could she possibly be hiding from me?“Why are you standing there?” she asked exhaustedly.“Lyra, I told you I want to rest. If there’s something important you want to say, say it and leave,” I said flatly.She instantly sat upright, staring at me in disbelief. “Camilla, you’ve changed a lot. Ever since that night you took that picture of Sebastian, you’ve been acting up. I promise Desmond will never find out!”“Get out, Lyra!” I yelled, unable to tolerate her constant acting any longer. She had become unrecognizable.She gasped and scrambled to her feet, blinking as tears gathered in her eyes.I kept my gaze unwavering as

CAMILLA There was one thing I knew about Zoe: she never let things go until a situation worked out in her favor or her instinct was satisfied. I had just made it clear that Desmond and I needed to take our time preparing, only for her to get into my car anyway, determined to verify I was telling the truth. “Are you kidding me right now? You really want to follow me home?” I asked, trying to make her uncomfortable. She had always disliked Desmond, just like Logan did. The first day I invited Desmond to a firm hangout six months ago, they both took an instant disliking to him. They warned me he was using me—that men with pride don't leech off women, only those who are manipulative. Back then, I thought they were just looking down on him. I never realized they could see what I was blind to. In other words, love had blinded me. “Yes, Camilla. I haven't been to your house in forever, and I’ve really missed you over the past two weeks while I was away. Tomorrow is the weekend, a

CAMILLA I rubbed my forehead in complete exhaustion. Everything was becoming so unpredictable. Why on earth was Lyra in my house? And to make matters worse, she wanted to spend the entire weekend here. While it wasn't the first time she had stayed over, it was the first time she had done so since her marriage.“Camilla, what is going on here? Why is this lady in your house? You never let random people stay with you,” Lyra snapped.She wasn't wrong. I used to consider her and Desmond my only family, but now I realized I didn't actually have one. The only real family I had was taken from me ten years ago, and I lost whatever was left on that terrible night of their affairs.“Seriously?” Zoe chuckled, shaking her head in bitter amusement. “If I remember correctly, Lyra, you have a billionaire for a husband. You could spend your weekend at any one of his private estates or luxury hotels. Why are you here?”The entire chaotic scene had left Desmond speechless for a moment. He had eventua

CAMILLA He let out a soft scoff, swirling his chair in a posture of calm dominance. With his hand resting on his jaw and the other propped on the desk, he stared at me as if trying to figure out the meaning behind my question. Honestly, I didn’t even know why I had asked it.Was I jealous? No, I couldn't be jealous. I simply wanted to know why he still let her spend his money. I had already stopped giving Desmond money and cut off his free access to my personal belongings, yet he hadn't done the same.Lyra had mentioned having to beg him for cash, but he still gave it to her. Meanwhile, I couldn't bring myself to give Desmond a single cent because just looking at him irritated me.“Why do you ask, Counselor Flores? Are you suddenly interested in my feelings?” he asked calmly, though his tone held a teasing edge, a reflection of the smugness he wore after reaching his climax that day.My fist tightened under the desk, and my pulse raced, but my expression remained composure itself as