Scorned Ex Wife Novel Camille Novelas e Histórias

"What we have is different." "Is it?" I looked at him, seeing him clearly for the first time. "Or am I just another challenge? Another married woman you can add to your collection?" "Camille…" "Get out." My voice shook with rage and humiliation. "Both of you. I don't want to see either of you right now." Adriana smiled, satisfied. She'd gotten exactly what she came for.m. "This isn't over," she said to Kieran, then turned that cold smile on me. "He'll get bored of you soon enough. He always does."

A loud crack resonated through the foyer as Camilla struck Elena across the face. “I am the wife of the don, the one and only wife; no one else matters here except for me. Can you believe that on my very first day in my marital home, I have to see not just a picture of my husband but also one of him with his ex-wife?” she shouted dramatically. “Don’t you dare treat her like that!” I retorted, my voice shaking with anger. Camilla shifted her glare toward me, her eyes narrowing dangerously. “What did you just say to me?” she spat, stepping closer.

She shoved him away from her, her hands lifting to shield her body. "You have no right to touch me Nick. I am married." She snapped. "Bullshit!" Nick retorted. "You belong to me, and no one else. You might have succeeded in fooling everyone else by marrying that bastard, but not me. You're still my wife." "You divorced me." Camilla shot back. "All through our marriage, I was abused by you and your family. You even claimed you killed my father, all because of a debt he couldn't repay. You had no need for me, yet you kept me with you, making me suffer for something I was innocent of. You kicked me out of your house, you even tried to abuse me that day at the lounge. But now I have someone that

“A baby breeder?” Her husband-to-be stayed mute, and the tiny control she had on her temper snapped. Camilla pulled off her shoe, determined to beat him to death, or almost an inch of his life with it. But he was faster. He grabbed it from her, pulling her down to the seat in the same breath. Fire burned in his eyes as he glared at her. His warm breath fanned her face, and he pinned her hands above her head. For the first time, she noticed the long, faded scar below his eyebrow.

“There’s nothing to be jealous about. Not over a man who divorced his wife for a scheming bitch whose acting skills still need serious improvement.” She leaned forward slightly, her voice dropping just enough to sting. “And remember this—if he divorced his wife for you, then one day, when he gets tired of you, you’ll be the one getting divorced too.” Pulling back, she offered Camille a wink. “So, enjoy it while it lasts.” Those words struck with a realization Camille had tried ignoring all these while. And that was the final straw for her. “You bitch.” Camille reached forward with lightning speed and grabbed Mirena by the hair. “You arrogant slut!”

“It's for the best; you have disgraced this family. You can do this as a redemption for your disgrace.” Sophia, her stepsister, snickered. “You are just mad because you think that you are too good for the man. Should I remind you again? You are not that flashy and renowned author anymore. You are just a disgrace and a homewrecker.” Rose's eyes flashed, and she cleaned her fist. “You don't know anything about me and my life, so just keep shut.” Catherine intervened. “That's enough; get ready, Sophia.” “So who's the man I am getting married to?”.

He replied, his voice filled with a confidence that grated against me like sandpaper. I felt my blood boil at his audacious question, my hand clenching involuntarily at my side. How dare he pry into Kamille's personal life with such casual disregard? Before I could stop myself, the words tumbled out of my mouth, each one dripping with venom. “Kamille is my wife.” I declared. Chris's response was swift and cutting, his words like a dagger through the heart. “Ex-wife, I presume.” He retorted, a triumphant gleam in his eyes.

"It's called karma! That scumbag cheated on his wife, hooked up with his own cousin, and even had a kid with her. What's worse, they even had the nerve to broadcast everything and humiliate his wife." "Did you hear? The Shaw family's daughter, who's also Samson's real wife, nearly died giving birth. The baby was stillborn, and the umbilical cord was around the neck. The baby couldn't even cry once before passing away. As a mother myself, just imagining it breaks my heart." "Right, and that animal Samson even brought his mistress's baby to Miss Shaw and tried to force her to claim the baby as her own. What kind of person does that? Is he even human?"

He must have thought it was Gerald who entered because he was busy making out with a lady who had her back to the door. “I– I’m sorry, I will– gasp!” Saffron gasped, it felt as though a thunderbolt went off in her mind when the lady looked back at her. It was Celina! Caspian’s dead fiance! The love of his life! And the lady who hates her more than anyone else in this world!

Meanwhile, Shelly, still reveling in her newfound designer bag, spoke candidly, "It's all because of Tim's awful ex-wife. She's the one responsible for Grandma's condition. Initially, Grandma was recovering well from her surgery, but then everything took a turn for the worse." Upon hearing the mention of the "awful ex-wife," Mia's expression turned cold. "Is that so? Please, enlighten me. How exactly did this ex-wife contribute to Mrs. Barrett Senior's condition?" Just as Shelly was about to speak, her gaze met Monalize's, whose features bore a striking resemblance to Mia's. Shelly abruptly went quiet, guilt flickering in her eyes. Speaking with Monalize felt eerily similar to conversing wit