All Chapters of The Divorce Game : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

CAMILLA I tried to shift in bed, but a heavy weight resting across my waist forced my eyes open. I slowly scanned the entire room before looking down at the familiar body sleeping right beside me.For some reason, a small smile touched my lips. He always acted so mighty, but he looked almost peaceful like this.Suddenly, reality hit me like a splash of ice water. Zoe.Goddamn it. How could I have forgotten that I left my handbag with her?I quickly tried to slide out from beneath him, but Sebastian let out a soft groan and pulled me back, holding me closer. My breath hitched.“Sleep more... it's still early,” he murmured, his voice thick with sleep.My eyes widened in shock. Had he lost his mind? I carefully lifted his hand off my waist and stepped down from the bed, wrapping the white bedsheet tightly around myself. A sharp ache throbbed in my lower abdomen, making me shut my eyes in frustration."Damn it," I muttered under my breath before taking a tour of the room to search for my

SEBASTIAN "This is totally outrageous, Mr. Castillo! You need to explain everything to us!" Mr. Dante snapped, his face burning in fury. I stayed still, watching them argue—some trying to withdraw from the project, others attempting to explain that the scandal had already been taken down. "Mr. Castillo, I knew your grandfather when he was alive, and I knew about your previous company," Mrs. Brian said softly, her intervention cutting through the noise so that all attention shifted to me. "Your reputation was clean. What happened? Can you give us an explanation? We want to believe you." I exhaled softly. "As I mentioned before, the so-called scandal will not affect the project, and I will personally bear the financial consequences of any loss caused on my end. But as for what happened, I owe no one an explanation. It is a family issue, and I do not mix my personal life with business." They all stared at me in shock, confusion, and utter disbelief. Of course, in a situation like

CAMILLAI dialed Lyra’s number, my fist clenching tight as I fought to keep my composure. Sebastian had asked me to sit tight while he unraveled everything, but playing passive was driving me completely out of my mind.My heart pounded violently in my chest. How on earth did Lyra know about my parents’ life insurance policy when I didn't even know it existed back then?Was that how she raised the money for their funeral?The realization made my skin crawl. Everything was becoming terrifyingly confusing.She didn’t pick up on my first attempt, so I dialed again. This time, she answered almost immediately, sobbing uncontrollably into the phone.I swallowed a wave of disgust. Her acting was getting worse by the day.“Camilla... did you see the post?” she wept loudly. “Did you see how Sebastian completely ruined my body?”I took a quiet, steadying breath. “Why did you post that picture without telling me first, Lyra?” I asked, keeping my voice calm and even.Her sobbing cut off instantly

CAMILLA I stared at Zoe as she went on and on about Logan and his weaknesses.We had just finished dinner—a meal she had ordered on her way over. I crossed my arms and leaned back against my chair, watching her. But my mind was somewhere else entirely, already calculating how the press conference would play out.Lyra had already started making her move. She had called Desmond to explain the plan, mocking me in the process for being incredibly foolish and pathetic enough to still be in love with him.I couldn't help but chuckle silently when I recalled their conversation.Pathetic. How interesting.Out of everything they said, what confused me most was Desmond thanking Lyra for securing him a job—especially after she explicitly mentioned she hadn't spoken to Sebastian about it.Now everything made sense.Desmond didn't care when I withdrew my funds from the loan. He had a backup plan all along.“Are you even listening to me?” Zoe asked suddenly.I nodded smoothly. “Yes.”“My God, I ju

SEBASTIAN Charles and I drove into the street where the young doctor said the retired physician lived. From inside the car, I took a slow look around the neighborhood. It was eerily isolated. “Sir, why are we here?” Charles asked, clearly confused. I ignored him, my gaze remaining fixed on the quiet street. Why would he move here? And why did he quit practicing medicine? The young doctor’s story sounded believable enough: he claimed the old man quit after failing to save his wife on the operating table. Devastated by the loss, he believed he was no longer worthy of being a surgeon and resigned. Still, something about it didn't sit right with me. I pulled out my phone and forwarded the old doctor's photo to my private investigator. I need everything on this man. “Sir, should I go up and check the house?” Charles asked immediately. I took a deep breath, resting my chin against my hand. “No. Let's head back to the estate.” *********** CAMILLA My heart sank as I stared at th