Chapter 522 - Five Hundred And Twenty-Two: A Sinner (2/2)

”Ahh, nothing,” He was happy, ”I just wanted to inform you that I'm leaving. You married a good man and I'm sure he'd take care of you well - something I wasn't been able to do...”

Camille felt an uncomfortable sensation in the pit of her belly. Her father was saying goodbye.

”You can be happy now, I won't bother you and your mother anymore - I promised your husband that. I was never a good father and would never be one. Maybe this is for the best for all of us. Anyway, I wish you the best and goodbye Camille,” the line went dead.

Ever since she was little, Camille had always imagined when she would be free from her father, now it finally happened, she didn't know what to feel anymore. Perhaps, like a victim of Stockholm syndrome, she had became inured to her father's manipulations, It was now weird to be free from it.

”Thank you,” Was the only word she said to Eden when she brought her phone down. She didn't need to guess what Eden had done. There was only one word her father understood and that was money. Since Eden hadn't killed him, it meant he bought her freedom at a price her father couldn't refuse.

No, this was better. Now she could breathe without having to worry about her mother, without harassment from her father and blackmail…. Oh, talk about her secret.

”You don't have to thank me, Camille, it's my responsibility to you as your husband. But now....” Eden began to stalk towards her, his daze gaze on her like a hungry lion searching for the best opening to ponce on its prey.

Camille wanted to be brave, to stand her ground, but those cold blue orbs intimidated her so much that she unconsciously let go of her suitcase's handle and took a step back.

”Were you planning on leaving me?” Eden asked, still walking towards her.

”You already know the truth,” She said, moving back.

”So?”

”So you know I can't be…” her back hit the wall, ”With you,” She completed, gasping at their nearness as Eden trapped her in between his hands. She hated this position, it made her vulnerable, easy to be read. She couldn't hide from his penetrating gaze.

”Did I complain?” He asked, staring straight in the eyes, ”Did I ever make you feel one less human?”

”I don't know…” Camille bit on her lips, ”I just assumed that you would be angry that I hide the fact that I worked as a prostitute. I practically deceived you”

”I would be angry?” He snorted a chuckle, ”At the fact that my wife had been with other men?” he intentionally didn't use the word, ”prostitute”. It was condescending, ”Come on, Camille, this is the twenty-first century,”

Tears stung her eyes, ”You don't find me dirty?” she asked, searching his eyes for sincerity.

Although she had left the trade, society wasn't exactly welcoming to those ”who had sold their body for money”. They were seen as inferior. As sinners.

”No, you're not dirty at all,” Eden wiped away the tears that slipped down her cheeks with his palm, ”You're a special, wonderful, beautiful, woman to me. You are not dirty at all,”

”Why?” Camille shook her head, ”Why would you say so? Why would you still put up with me even after I did things behind your back? You're rich and powerful, you could have any other woman as plentiful as you want, you don't even love me -”

”Who said I don't love you?” Eden interrupted her.

”W-what?” Camille felt the breath leave her lungs. What did she just hear?

”I love you, Camille Spencer,”

Camille scratched her head in confusion, ”How's that possible? Didn't you say Maya is the -”

”Fuck you, woman, I'm confessing to you and you're bringing up the past,” Eden cursed, yet took a breath and explained carefully, ”I admit I once felt something for Maya but then feelings change and right now, I don't think I can live without you,”.

For a moment, Camille didn't say anything, rather tears flow down and the next, she threw herself on Eden, kissing him fully on the mouth.

”I love you too, Eden Spencer,” She told him, her heart bursting with happiness.

Eden kissed her this time and she kissed him back eagerly. However, what was intended as a sweet, short kiss evolved into something deeper and both knew they wouldn't be able to keep their hands off each other.

”What about Anabelle?” Camille gasped as Eden trailed a blazing kiss over her neck, ”We have to get her, remember?” she breathed with difficulty.

”Don't worry, Anabelle can wait a little more, I can't. Moreover, I'm sure as hell she's having the time of her life at Nik's place,”