Chapter 47


    ~Cam’s POV~


    It was only after I screamed at Chris and Mark I noticed my husband’s face was full of regret. I mean,


    my ex-husband, but why? Why does he feel bad about what he did? That is precisely what he wanted.


    Why would he need to bring along a buddy when he divorces me? Wow, Chris is awe-inspiring! Mark


    was pity-stricken for me, as he continued to look at me. Why? This is what I did to my pathetic self. My


    rtionship with this scumbag should have been over months ago. In this marriage, he has been


    nothing more than a whore. There were a million reasons for me to divorce this dickhead. But I didn’t,


    my body suddenly started freezing. I was brutally cold. I didn’t like the woman I was bing. I didn’t


    like the woman this divorce had made me. Mark left, but the bumbling moron stayed. As my handsy


    on top of my work desk, I squeezed my fingers together and then pressed my head on top of them. I


    grinned. I’m not sure why, but I smiled and extended my hand toward the fucking ne he used to


    dupe me this morning. I grabbed the ne and yanked it from my neck, throwing it at him. He didn’t


    say anything while he stood there. He then walked away without taking his ne with him.


    *****


    Cam stuffed her divorce papers into herptop bag and convinced herself it was all a nightmare.


    However, this was not a dream; it was real. She flung herself onto the chair, her arms on her chest. She


    got a distinct impression that her heart had been savagely pierced. She was having difficulty breathing.


    Her chest pains were bing very severe. She rose from her chair, reaching for a ss of water to


    soothe her beating heart. Suddenly, Cam fell to the ground with a loud bang!


    ~Luke’s POV~


    I looked through my window and I saw the press all over ourpany. Why did Mark and Chrise


    with the press? Did Mark finallye clean? I scoffed at the thought of Mark Coopering clean.


    One thing I know is that Mark will never let the world know just who he is, but why did theye here


    with the press? Whatever is going on does not seem to be a positive thing. I saw Mark and Chris


    making their way to Cam’s office. While I was busy prepping for myunch, I remained in my office,


    avoiding bumping into Mark Cooper. I heard something fall in Cam’s office after seeing the two men


    leaving through my ss office. So I dashed over to her office, only to discover Cam’s lifeless body


    strewn about the room. I hate hospitals, but I feltpelled to help Cam regardless of my prior


    experience. I promptly pulled my phone out of my cks and dialed 911. I hurriedly carried Cam


    outside while yelling for help. An ambnce arrived as I sprinted towards the building’s exit. Chris and


    Mark were still waiting outside with the press as the reporter began to air them. With a gurney in hand,


    the paramedics dashed toward me. When I arrived at the back of the ambnce to join Cam, I


    noticed a figure approaching the vehicle. I looked up to see the figure and it was none other than


    Christopher Grayston. I couldn’t care less who he was, even if he was capable of making me evaporate


    into thin air.


    “Don’t you fuckene near her!” I screamed at the man who has the power to make my life a


    miserable nightmare, and he reacted angrily.


    Did I give a damn? No, I was unconcerned. He is a buffoon!


    I was daring him to get too close to her. I intended to fling myself at him in a way a cat would leap onto


    the back of a lion. He should go to hell.


    *****


    At the hospital, the doctor walked in while Chris and I were still engaging in eye-to-eyebat. I know


    that I am ying with fire, but at the moment, I hate this man to the core. Cam finally opened her


    eyes after 3 hours of sleep. The doctor started speaking.


    “Mrs. Grayson fell…” Cam cut the man off.


    “I’d like to be addressed as Miss Mendoza.” The doctor shifted his gaze to Chris, taken aback.


    However, the man simply gave the doctor a nod.


    What am I overlooking?


    “Miss Mendoza did indeed fall a little hard. She had recovered from her trauma.”


    Her damaged limb was wrapped in white gauze, which was a little scary to see.


    ~Cam’s POV~


    When I awoke, Luke and Chris were challenging each other with their gaze. I almost burst outughing.


    It doesn’t make sense. Where did Luke get the courage from? He did, however, appear to be hriously


    challenging Chris.


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    “Mrs. Grayson fell…” I immediately became enraged and blurted out.


    “I’d like to be addressed as Miss Mendoza.”


    Chris appeared to be a little dissatisfied. What is he doing here in the first ce? What difference does


    it make to him if I die?


    “Is it painful?” He asked.


    A very different tone of voice came from his question. He looked concerned. But why? I am no longer


    his wife. Why is he worried, and what is he doing here? That voice was the voice thatpelled me to


    react in an idiotic manner. It’s not as if I find his idiotic voice appealing any longer. If anything, I don’t


    like him.


    “Camille?” I exhaled a short puff of air and turned my face so that my gaze could meet his. I had an


    expressionless face. When I heard him shout my name again, I found myself parting my lips in


    response.


    “Camille?”


    “Don’t call me that!”


    His face was expressionless. I just started blinking while looking dead at him. Even after a quarrel, my


    name used to sound sexying from his mouth, but today I feel nothing. I’m not sure this is


    worthwhile. I don’t even feel like talking to this dick. I stared at him, and we exchanged stares for what


    felt like an eternity. He knelt and lifted my leg. His finger continues to delicately graze the flesh


    surrounding my leg, nearly reaching my thigh. I made a conscious effort not to focus on what was


    happening to me. I fought the sensation of his fingertips brushing over my thigh and seeping into my


    frigid skin.


    Is he fucken doing this on purpose?


    I wanted to say something, but I kept my gaze fixed on him and on what he was doing. To my sorrow,


    he was concentrating on the leg and thigh, gently massaging my thigh. My lips parted unintentionally,


    and my eyes widened as his finger crept upward, nearly to my core. As a tingling sensation prated


    the depths of my core, I held my breath.


    What is it about this man that continues to confuse me? I was in excruciating pain and yet here I am,


    dripping wet for him. Why?