Scorned Ex Wife Novel Camille Novels & Stories

But something akin to rage stirs in me. "Keeping her is ridiculous, and so is marrying her," he sneers. "You have Scarfoni Inc. and I'm sure you can find some way to take Galitze Developments as well. Surely we can come to some agreement for you to give Camille back to me." Could we? Should I? This is definitely the ultimate pissing match, where I'm being the greedy motherfucker by keeping his woman. On the other hand, I myself admitted Camille was a distraction. That's a good enough reason to let him have her. Right?

With how she had mirrored my behavior around Scarlett, I had to wonder if she knew about Scarlett’s history with Christian. “Not until I saw the Showbiz coverage of the festival,” Camille whispered back. Her eyes didn’t flicker. “Listen, I’m not dumb. I knew you kept dodging that night’s topic because of your boss and his ex-wife’s grand return.” I straightened, my chest tightening as we walked on. Of course Camille had caught on. She always did. All my dodging, all my effort to play it cool, hadn’t fooled her one bit. When we reached the cosmetics section, Camille and I made a beeline for the makeup aisle, testing powders and swiping lipsticks across our wrists. Scarlett browsed beside us.

The liquid shimmered under the pendant light like it held all the wrong choices I had made. “Camile, have you been listening?” I turned to her. She was sitting on the arm of the couch, her legs crossed lazily, mindlessly scrolling through her phone like we weren’t in the middle of a goddamn storm. I sighed heavily, dropping down from the stool sluggishly. The thought of how I met my ex-wife with another man wouldn’t leave my head. It played on a loop, over and over. Her laugh. Her eyes sparkling. The way she leaned into him like he was the gravity pulling her in.

she repeated incredulously, her voice rising another level. As if the very idea offended her. Her gaze snapped back toward me. This time, there was no attempt to hide the contempt in her eyes. It was raw. Sharp. Cold enough to make my chest tighten. “This woman’s scandal is everywhere,” she continued, her voice slicing through the air. Each word landed heavily. “Her husband’s humiliation—who, by the way, is your brother—is public knowledge.” I felt the sting of those words immediately. My stomach twisted painfully, a tight knot forming deep inside me.

“You're the one who fucked up the marriage. Divorced her like she was nothing." "Yeah, and now I'm making it right. Fixing what I broke,” I straightened, chest out. “You should be thanking me for not dragging your asses to court for messing with my wife." "Ex-wife,” Arlo's lip curled, his voice a rumble. “Get it straight." "Not for long," I said, picking up another stack of papers, folding them into the box. A grin tugged at my mouth despite the tension. "Camille finally came to her senses,” I said to them. “Saw you for the users you are. Quit on you cold. I'm just here to grab her stuff and get out."

“I'm jealous… Of your friendship.” He winked at me. “Let's catch up later, Rose.” And with one last glance at Bruce, he walked away. “What's with him?” I muttered. Bruce looked at me. “Isn't it obvious?” “That?” “That…” his voice faded into silence, and he muttered, “Never mind.” “Oh, my… Bruce! You are here! You came!” My heart twisted as Celine, Bruce's ex-girlfriend walked up to us, looking all dolled up in a black fitted gown. Her brown lengthy hair was packed up in a ponytail, with a heavy makeup on her face.

She gives me a strong push, which makes me stagger “I came looking for you because I was worried about you after what happened, but I find you with another man. Is this the love you said you had for me, Camille? reply!” I shout furiously, I would like to crash that man into the world. “Well, the same love that you said you felt for me! You idiot! You couldn’t control your piece of meat and you ended up getting your scrawny wife pregnant.” Camille yells at me even louder “Everything has an explanation that you never want to hear, you are selfish who only limits yourself to criticizing me!”

Lena, bless her efficient soul, had kept tabs on the situation, concerned about potential legal fallout from Nathan’s disappearance impacting the divorce settlement, however stalled it was. Camille had moved again into another modest but comfortable apartment across town, trying to build a new life for herself and baby Sophie. My hands trembled slightly as I parked my car down the street from her building. What was I even doing here? What could I possibly say? ‘Hi Camille, sorry your ex-fiancé, who is also my ex-husband, has vanished, possibly due to dark secrets or foul play involving powerful, dangerous men, one of whom might be my current... well, complicated ex-boyfriend who also has dar

Camille Hunt is creepy. How the fùck does she know about the skeletons everyone hides in their closet? How the fùck does she know about Vanessa being a drug dealer? She's stuck in a wheelchair and I'm sure she doesn't go out much so how come she knows everyone's deepest darkest secrets? Camille pours some wine into her glass and takes a small sip. "Yes." She smiles. "Damien's ex is a drug dealer. I was just as shocked as you when I found out."