Semua Bab The Shadow of His Betrayal: Bab 1 - Bab 6

I didn't sleep that night. I lay awake running numbers in my head, rent, savings, the baby I hadn't told anyone about, the risk of leaving whatever stability I had left for a firm I knew almost nothing about, run by a man whose name meant nothing to me yet.By six in the morning, exhausted and hollow-eyed, I'd made a decision I couldn't take back.The firm was called Vantage Consulting Group, and the friend of a friend, a woman named Chidinma who'd once worked with me at my old marketing job, back before Steph and the wedding and all the years I'd spent shrinking myself to fit into his family's expectations, met me for coffee to explain what I was walking into."It's not a normal interview," she warned, stirring sugar into her cup without looking at me, her spoon clinking too loudly against the ceramic. "The man running the search, he doesn't do things the normal way. Very particular. Very intense. People either love working for him or they last three weeks.""Intense how?""You'll se

The first month at Vantage taught me two things: Ryan Zee was every bit as demanding as he'd promised, and I was better at this job than I'd let myself believe in years.We worked late most nights, not because he demanded it, but because the work demanded it, and something in me had woken up under the pressure, sharp and hungry in a way I hadn't felt since before I met Steph, before I'd learned to make myself smaller to fit inside someone else's life. I forgot, for hours at a stretch, that I was a woman rebuilding herself from wreckage, a woman carrying a secret that grew a little heavier every week. I was simply Camille Astrid, closing deals, outmaneuvering competitors twice my age, watching Ryan's rare approval land on me like sunlight after a long, grey winter.I told myself it meant nothing. I told myself a lot of things, most nights, staring at my ceiling long after I should have been asleep."You flinched," he said one evening, three weeks in, watching me across the conference t

Camille's PovSteph Lee kept walking. He never hesitated, didn’t stumble, just moved straight toward me as if the crowd parted for him out of instinct. Silk and velvet brushed against tuxedo sleeves, conversations trailed off into uneasy whispers that twisted into his wake. Even if nobody knew the story between us, everyone recognized that look on Steph’s face.It wasn’t anger.At least, not at first.It was disbelief.The kind you get when someone you thought you abandoned strolls back into your life looking stronger, steadier, undeniably present better than the memory you left behind.Isabella floated at his side, hand wound through his arm looking as sinister as ever. Her red dress clung to her like it was stitched for vengeance, and the diamond at her throat sparked every time she moved. She looked just the same as she did the night she stole my marriage.Victorious.Ryan’s palm pressed against the small of my back. Not possessive just firm. Steadying. Reminding me I was here now,