Hearing those words from Julian felt like watching a blade slide straight through Camilla's chest.
I understood that kind of pain too well. When someone you once trusted turns cold, it doesn't just hurt it empties you. It leaves nothing behind but a hollow ache that keeps echoing.
Whatever games Camilla had played, her feelings for Julian hadn't been entirely fake. You don't spend years beside someone, sharing nights, secrets, routines, without something real taking root. Bonds like that don't disappear just because someone decides to cut the thread.
And now she stood there alone.
Carrying his child. Rejected in front of everyone. Cast aside by the man whose scent she still carried.
The shame clung to her like smoke. Thick. Suffocating.
Lewis's voice sliced through the room, calm and flat, like a verdict already decided.
"Since there's no objection, this matter is settled."
Vivian finally broke.
