Chapter 517 - Five Hundred And Seventeen: Roll Under The Sheet (1/2)

The third point of view:

”What?” Camille felt as if someone just slapped her hard on the face, ”What did you just say?”

”You heard me right. Even if your mother prevents me from entering like the last time, I'll make sure to stalk her till I get what I want” Her father threatened her.

”You wouldn't dare!” She saw red. Camille never joked with her mother and how dare he threaten her. The woman had once been his wife for goodness sake.

But her dad was not moved by her warning, ”Who knows? I can come to your place and meet your husband. He's my son-in-law and the both of us hadn't even officially met yet. Don't you think it's time the both of us met already,” He taunted her.

Camille's Jaws ticked while she gripped the phone tightly. She wanted to explode right now, give her father a piece of her mind. But she couldn't, not with her mother at risk. She couldn't tell what that mad man would do in the name of bothering her. After this, she was going to secretly get a restraining order. The harassment had to stop.

”Alright, I'll forward the money to you,” She agreed just for the sake of peace.

”No,” Her father disagreed, ”I need the money in cash immediately,”

”Are you fucking kidding me?” She couldn't believe him, ”I'm a busy person. I don't have the time to come to find you, plus the fact I can't carry money around!”

”Well,” Her father said, ”Find a way to bring the money, or I can gladly come over to your place. Your choice,” He ended the call.

At once, Camille tossed the phone to the bed and hurried into the bathroom. She at once turned on the water and began to scream out her vexation. The noise of the running shower covering up her screams.

Camille was so angry and stuffed inside. She wanted a release. What had she done to deserve this?! It pained her the most that the person who hurt the most was her father. Over the years, she had prayed and hoped that he would change, but the reverse was the case. He became worse.

Although she was in a position where he couldn't hurt her mother anymore, his blackmails and threats were becoming too much. Fine, this would be the last time. Once she gave the money to him, she would explain her stand - she was done with his shit.

Camille washed her tears-stricken face, wiping off her makeup and applying a new one - Eden can't notice she cried.

”You're a strong woman,” Camille said to herself as she stared at the large mirror. She put on her smile and turned the doorknob, heading into the bedroom only to bump into her husband.

”Eden!” her eyes widened, her heart skipping a beat. She couldn't help but wonder if he had heard everything. God, she didn't want that.

”W-why are you staring at me that way?” She asked nervously, faking a smile. Maybe he hasn't heard a thing but was suspecting something. It was not entirely impossible since she had spent a lot of time upstairs.

”Were you making up all this while?” Eden asked to her astonishment. Of all questions, she never expected that.

”Oh,” She touched her cheeks, ”Yes, so do I look beautiful?” she posed, intentionally teasing him to get rid of that awkward tension that had wrapped the both of them upon his arrival.

”Ugh, women,” He groaned, rolling his eyes.

She laughed.