Todos los capítulos de The Divorce Game : Capítulo 41 - Capítulo 50

CAMILLA No. No, this wasn't right. That was my picture. The image showed me standing outside Sebastian's suite that day. Even though my back was turned and my face wasn't clearly visible, anyone who knew me well could recognize me in an instant. “It wasn't my husband's fault. He loves me!” Lyra sobbed into the microphone. The hall erupted in a violent wave of flashing camera bulbs. “Mrs. Lyra, what about the bruises? You previously stated they were caused by your husband!” one of the reporters shouted over the noise. Lyra froze. “What about the divorce? What about the fact that you demanded half of his net worth?” another reporter yelled out. Instantly, the crowd broke into aggressive murmurs, demanding clear answers. Watching Lyra's panic through the screen, a strange sense of relief washed over me. She hadn't prepared for these questions. Whatever trap Sebastian had set, this specific backlash wasn't part of her script. And as long as everyone remained focused on Lyra,

SEBASTIAN I stared at my tablet, watching my stocks rise. A satisfied smile spread across my face as I realized that, in just an hour, the stock had increased more than it had in an entire week after Lyra exposed the photo. The public's reaction was laughable. They were all feeling sorry for me. How amusing. I exhaled softly as relief washed over me. This scandal was enough to draw out the man behind this game. According to the wiretap on Lyra's phone, she had instructed Desmond to send her message about Camilla's press conference to "him." She hadn't mentioned his name or explained their relationship, but one thing was clear to me: the mastermind behind all this was a man, and his target had always been Camilla. Had she offended someone ten years ago? Someone desperate enough to destroy her life? One thing I could piece together was that Lyra and Desmond hadn't entered her life by coincidence. Someone had brought them to her. Suddenly, my phone buzzed, shattering my thought

SEBASTIAN I swiveled in my chair, my gaze fixed on Desmond, who was trembling visibly across from me. This was his very first day showing up for work, yet he had come in two full hours after opening time. The absolute audacity of this fool! Did I look like a man who ran a charity organization? Even though I needed him trapped here under my thumb, I couldn't let such blatant disrespect go unpunished. Human nature—especially that of cunning cowards like Desmond—was predictable. He was testing my patience to see if I would let his lateness slide, hoping to use my tolerance as leverage later on. Breaking him down right now would shatter any delusions he had. “I'm sorry, Mr. Castillo. I overslept, and when I woke up, I decided to make breakfast. I couldn't leave the house on an empty stomach,” he offered smoothly, though his eyes darted nervously. I let out a dry scoff, leaning forward to clasp my hands on the desk as I stared him down. How on earth did Camilla ever fall for someon

​CAMILLA The drive back to the city didn't take nearly as long as the trip there. Perhaps it was because my mind was entirely consumed by a cyclone of terrifying thoughts, so much so that I didn't even realize when I arrived home. Earlier, the insurance representative had asked to meet me outside my workplace later tonight to show me something crucial. I had no idea what it was, but I was certain it would lead me straight to the hidden account where my parents' money had been funneled. During our brief conversation, he had mentioned an active bank account under my mother's name that was somehow still tied to the insurance policy.​How was that even possible? She was dead. I walked over to my safe and pulled out the journal where I'd been writing down the clues from the anonymous sender's puzzle. Thank goodness I had written everything down—I had just discovered that he had deleted everything. Something about the account of a dead woman. I had to look into that. I flipped through

SEBASTIAN "This is the place, Sir. I found out that this restaurant belonged to a couple who lost their children, a boy and a girl, in an accident. They couldn't handle the shock. Dr Williams decided to give one of the boys in his orphanage facial surgery to make him look like the couple's son after finding out that they were wealthy. Since then, the boy has been living with the old couple, and this restaurant was his inheritance," my private investigator said. I had decided not to drag Charles into this game. He now had a girlfriend he was sponsoring at the university, and according to him, they wanted to have a baby. Right now, he has too many vulnerabilities, and exposing him to these secrets could ruin my plans. So, I had decided to go with my private investigator on this particular mission instead. I stepped out of the car. "Wait for me here and take note of every detail around this place," I said, and he nodded. I stepped into the restaurant. It was crowded with people. "