Novel & Cerita Scorned Ex Wife Novel Camille

My stomach twists, hands gripping the doorframe. There he is. On the floor by the couch. A woman straddling him, her mouth devouring his. They don’t stop. They don’t even notice me standing there. Tears blur my vision. My chest rips open. “Professor Lucien!” My scream cracks with rage and heartbreak. That’s when he shoves her off. She turns. And my jaw drops. Camille. The fiancée who was supposed to be dead. She rises gracefully, smoothing her dress, then wipes her lipstick off his mouth with a fingertip.

He died because he hadn’t been paying attention, and an almost violent shudder ran through Camille as the memory resurfaced, making her extra careful whenever she had to jog past streets, limiting herself to sidewalks if it could be helped. In forty minutes she’d returned feeling sweaty but more herself, and as soon as Camille stripped she walked right into the shower, scrubbing herself down as streams of hot water trailed down the smooth arcs of her breasts and over still sensitive nipples. A vivid reel of Milo’s warm mouth on one of them came to mind, the flat hard pads of his fingers pinching the other and eliciting a whimper that was pleasure as much as it was pain, and Camille returned

The name dropped into the space between us like a body hitting deep water. Everything changed. The stupid pizza. The teasing. The fragile little baseline we had started building beside the river. Gone. Three feet suddenly felt like three countries. I stared at him, my heartbeat slowing into something cautious and uneven. Camilla. I didn’t know who she was. An ex-wife. A lover. A fiancée. But whatever the truth was, it lived somewhere catastrophic inside him. Because I had seen Romeo furious. Arrogant. Possessive. Terrifyingly controlled.

"Because Camille dressed like a ‘slut’ tonight, I'm a businesswoman, Aurelio. Not a whore." There it was again. That word. Something in me snapped. "Stop." My voice was deadly calm now, the kind of calm that preceded violence. "Stop calling Camille that just because she stole the spotlight tonight." "Stole the spotlight?" Beatrice laughed bitterly. "Is that what you think she did?" "That's exactly what she did." I moved closer, watching my wife shrink back slightly. "You spent all night talking about quarterly earnings and market projections, boring every person unfortunate enough to be trapped in conversation with you but Camille showed up and created more valuable connections for her fathe

He cursed with his fist clenched in anger. Tears rolled down my cheeks as I couldn’t possibly imagine what my mom went through, and all these while I thought she had a happy marriage. Theo continued. “Camille needed comfort and somehow she found that in Damien, she started an affair with him, they planned to runaway but Camille opted at the last minute because she knew Giovanni would find her even to the end of the earth, she feared what he would do to her, to Damien.” He explained. A great sob escaped me as I covered my face with shaking hands.

Her once smug demeanor was replaced with a look of defeat, and for a brief moment, I savored her brokenness. Just then, Sharon and Tony appeared, descending the stairs together. Tony wore nothing but his boxers and a threadbare singlet. His eyes widened as they landed on me, shock spreading across his face. “You?” he spluttered, his voice laced with anger and fear. “This is trespassing!” My lips curled into a cold smile as I locked eyes with him. “Hello, Tony Vane, ex-husband of Marianne. I can’t say it’s a pleasure to see you again.”

Then I noticed the files stacked on the kitchen table and the time snapped back to the present. "Thank you for coming," she said. "Tell me what you have." We sat across from each other at the small table. She poured water for both of us without asking. Old habits. "Three years before Marcus married Olivia," Camille began, folding her hands on the table in that precise way she had always had, "he was married to another woman. Her name was Lena Vasquez. She was a business associate, smart, well connected, from a Colombian family with significant import assets." She paused. "She was also my client."

"Look, I appreciate that you're being all kind to me, but I don't need your sympathy. I don't care at all, and I will not be just a dumb woman you'll have wrapped up in your arms for this weekend. Just drop me off and disappear from my life already!" Silence filled the air left for my heavy breathing. It lasted for several minutes before Nico butchered through it with one heavy question. "I know you're divorced, Camila." It felt strange hearing my own name from him, I didn't remember introducing myself to him! "Your ex husband, is he...one of the Carters? Jaxon Carter?" I scoffed, the air became chilly making me become tense. Nico had to be like a Mafia or a dangerous drug lord, or both. "Wh

I was sure it wasn't my fault, but it's something I can't seem to give up, being polite. Handing the purse to her, I could see her smirk. "Thanks Sabrina" She smirked making me squint. She knew my name and that's weird. "You know me?" I asked. "Of course" She said, flipping her hair over her shoulder. "I'm Camilla, your ex-husband's new girlfriend" she chuckled. My breath hitched as I stared at her. Long black hair, grey eyes, sharp jawline, Rosy red lips. She was beautiful but was that all it takes for Haynes to choose her over me?

Will it be something as ground-breaking as the previous projects? Sinful: Ah! It's nothing much, and I hope you won't be disappointed. (Attached file). It was a little something I gathered. Sinful: I heard your cousin ran into a bit of trouble in Paris a few days ago. This can help her deal with those behind the scenes. Although they have used the others as scapegoats, the main character is still behind the scenes, and if not dealt with, it will probably happen again. That can help you deal with him.