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Camilla.The next morning Julian called while I was still in the kitchen with coffee. His voice carried a forced brightness.“Let’s have lunch,” he said softly. “I reserved a table. I want to make up for last night and talk about the wedding without interference.”I agreed. Part of me hoped a quiet conversation might clarify whether anything solid remained between us.The restaurant sat high enough that the city spread out beneath the windows in a wash of glass and light. Julian had chosen a corner table. A small arrangement of the white roses I had always preferred sat in the center.He rose when I approached, kissed my cheek, and waited until I was seated before opening the folder. Looking at the pages brought back the version of the future I had imagined before everything.“I want the wedding to go ahead as planned,” he said. “I love you. What happened with Vivienne doesn’t change that.”I met his eyes. “Then why did you risk everything if you loved me that much?”He looked down at

Camilla.The elevator doors closed with a soft hydraulic sigh, sealing us inside the mirrored box that smelled faintly of polished steel and Damien’s cologne. Julian stood beside me, phone already in hand, jaw tight. I watched our reflections multiply—his restless shifting, my own still posture, the faint mark on my wrist where the office visitor badge had pressed too hard.Damien’s apology still echoed somewhere behind my ribs. He had said it in the glass-walled conference room after Julian stormed out, voice low enough that only I could hear. “I should not have spoken to you that way in front of him.” The words had been precise, almost formal, as if regret itself required board approval. They had done nothing to erase the memory of his mouth on mine in that hotel room, or the way he had looked at me across his own dining table and claimed we had never met. The apology sat between us like a receipt neither of us wanted to keep.Julian exhaled hard. “He won’t even discuss the promotio

Camilla.The photograph glowed on my phone screen in the dim hallway of Maya’s building. Damien’s black car sat on the roadside shoulder, windows fogged from the inside, the faint outline of two figures visible in the back seat. The timestamp placed it exactly when I had been straddling him, dress hiked around my waist, his hands locked on my hips. My stomach tightened until it felt like a fist. Someone had stood across that dark road and watched. Someone had taken the picture while I was still coming around him.Julian’s message sat above the image, stripped of every careful performance he usually maintained.I know you’ve been with my father. Tell me the truth.I leaned against the wall and stared at the words until they blurred. Denial sat ready on my tongue—the easy lie that we had only talked, that the windows fogged from the night air, that nothing happened. Then Damien’s voice from the back seat returned. “I won’t lie to you about what I feel.” He had promised not to pretend ou

CamillaThe printed sheet on Damien’s desk looked ordinary until the words resolved into meaning. My name sat beside his in bold type. The phrase secret lover turned everything that had happened between us into something cheap and furtive, a transaction conducted in shadows. My stomach tightened until the air in the office felt thinner.Damien’s assistant stood waiting, tablet still in hand, expression carefully neutral. She expected him to speak first but I did not give her the chance.“No statement from this company will describe me as a woman who seduced her fiancé’s father,” I said. “If you issue anything that frames it that way, I will correct it myself.”Damien looked at me for a long second then he turned to the assistant. “Give us the room.”She left without argument. The door closed with a soft click that felt louder than it should have.Damien remained on his side of the desk. “What do you want to do?”The question surprised me. I had expected him to decide, to manage, to c