Romans & histoires Scorned Ex Wife Novel Camille

I chuckled bitterly. This must be my karma for all the wrongs I did in the past. I was a ruthless leader. I must have made every employee’s life a living hell back when I was the one ruling Hacienda Camilla. And this is what I get in return: to be treated like a mere speck of dirt on my husband’s shoe.

The reality was that she needed to turn her company around, and expanding her market was a very significant change, so thinking about it, she replied: "He was unfaithful to me." Those words felt bitter on her palate. "I see," he replied and gave her another of those scans that seemed to want to strip her completely bare, to scrutinize every corner of her dejected soul. The rest of lunch passed in an uncomfortable silence. Adeline left the restaurant with the promise that she would receive a response soon, so she had no choice but to wait and hope that her future partner was a trustworthy man. Although she had the impression that he was hiding something behind that mask of kindness.

“It’s pretty late. Adrian must be looking for me.” “Say hi to him for me.” She nodded too. They stood there, staring at each other under the soft glow of the fountain lights. “You were quite emotional watching the movie.” He said quietly. Camille looked away, her fingers tightening around the strap of her bag. “Well, I just felt emotional. I mean… the man was a scumbag for what he did to his wife. All those years of neglect, of choosing someone else, of making her feel invisible. And then he expects her to just forgive him because he suddenly decided to beg on his knees? It’s ridiculous.”

She widened her eyes when she saw Camille with a child. “Of course, he is still in love with this bitch!” She groaned and then hissed. Her eyes morphed into a different color and her anger thickened. She dropped the frame back in the drawer and walked back to her room. All she could think about was the picture. Her name was Camille. She used to be a maid in her house after she and Antonio got married. Unfortunately, it was an arranged marriage and Antonio only married her because the family business needed to be strengthened.

My hands found the button on Penelope's blue top and slowly, I removed each button. "You will regret this," My wolf Nal shouted in my head but I blocked him out. There was no way I would regret it because I believed that I was the only one who felt the fire that was making me go insane. "Yeah, right there." Penelope moaned in pleasure as I slammed into her while my hand groped her breast."yeah, " she moaned. I heard the door opening and I knew someone had entered. It's was Camille because I knew her scent. She smelled of strawberry and had a unique forest scent. It's might probably be her bath soap but I could recognize her anywhere because of her scents.

Reaching the kitchen, I collapse onto a chair. The memories of the night burn my skin. I can still hear his moans, his sighs, his orders. And my own voice, that broken voice that begged for more. I open the window to breathe in the fresh morning air. But nothing erases that smell of sex that follows me. Suddenly, a door creaks upstairs. My heart explodes in my chest. It's Camille. I know it. I hear her coming down, softly. I jump up, trying to erase all traces of my sin.

" Get out and don't think of a stupid as plan like this if you really want him to choose you." With seconds of thinking better of it, she stared at me. “This isn't the end, Camilla." Without another word, she turned and walked out, the door shut behind her and almost immediately, my phone screen lit up. < >

“Call me Jade.” ‎Camille lifts a brow. “Oh.” ‎Soren lifts his head and smiles at my wife. “Allow me apologize for the awkwardness earlier. Jade and I just had a little something to sort out privately.” My chest grows hot with rage as he looks at me and smiles. ‎Camille laughs nervously. “Private problems, huh?” Soren turns his charming smile on her. “That's right, Ms. Graves. So how are you enjoying the evening?” Camille opens her mouth to respond but she never gets the words out. A flurry of admirers and people looking to make the acquaintance of the new Lycan flock to where we stand.

But this time, Alice’s fury had exploded with force because it was Camila herself who confronted her about her husband’s actions. She had found her at the club, just like every Monday, and didn’t hesitate to call out Reed’s scandalous behavior with his son’s wife. But during the argument, Camila had let something slip: “That woman is an opportunist, a social climber. If she trapped my son, what makes you think she won’t trap your husband? You could end up alone at fifty, Alice.”

"The board is going to eat you alive when they hear about this. You're the ex-wife of his nephew. This is a scandal that could topple a smaller man." "Ronan isn't a small man," I said. "And I’m not a small woman anymore. I’ll talk to you guys tomorrow." I hung up before they could argue more. I needed sleep, but my mind was a hive of activity. I crawled into bed, the silk feeling cold against my skin. And before long, I slept fitfully, dreaming of white rooms, silver needles, and a pair of dark, possessive eyes that refused to let me go. *****