From Prison To My Billionaire's Embrace

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st passing by, and Camden thought we should check on you after our little run-in earlier." She

and gripping the doorknob, blocking the entrance. "It's always a bad time for uninvited guest

chosen gift bag in his hand. "Hailey insisted, Clara. She's always been so thoughtful, hasn't she?

re. We used to share everything, didn't we? It felt right, you know, to bring you something familiar." She held out a small, exquisitely wrap

breath hitched. "Oh, Clara," she whispered, her voice laced with what sounded like genuine sorrow. "Yo

photograph. With a decisive movement, I crumpled it tighter and tossed it into the small waste bin near the d

ur wedding anniversary next week, and I know it must be difficult for you. Seeing us so happy... I can only imagine your feelings." She paused, her lower lip trembling. "But we want to m

rom somewhere inside my house, I heard a faint, distant giggle. My son. The sound, a whisper

g across my face. "Why, Hailey, that sou

I knew you'd come around! We'll have such a lovely time, just like old times!" She prac

penthouse Camden had bought her in the city. Her left hand, adorned with a massive diamond, waved constantly, catching the light. She leaned into Camden, whispering swee

s lipstick from his mouth with her thumb. "

table. "Hailey, not now," he mumbled,

de with feigned contrition. "It's just us, you know? We'

on in the mirror. "It's perfectly fine. I remember a time when your affections were even... mo

ating. Hailey's face, usually so animated, froze, her eyes wide with

fted back to my mother. The beautiful, vibrant woman who had slowly withered away after my father's betrayal. The woman

g to his leg, begging him not to go. He had ripped himself free, his eyes cold, and simply walked out the door. My mother had screamed, a raw, primal sound of agony that echoed through the house, through my very soul.