Camille was there, leaning casually against the doorway like she had been waiting for that exact moment. Her lips curled into a smug smile, eyes shining with quiet amusement.
“Are you really that easy to break?” she asked lightly.
I clenched my fists. “Camille, not now.”
She ignored me.
“You should leave,” she said simply, almost casually. “My sister’s back. She’s Ethan’s real mother—and Damien’s real love. She’s the one who belongs here, not you.”
For a split second, something inside me wavered.
Leaving suddenly sounded so simple. Walk away. Expose everything. Disappear from this mess of lies and control.
But that feeling didn’t last.
Because I had fought too hard to get here.
I wasn’t going to be erased so easily.
I straightened slowly, my voice turning sharp. “Go tell your sister something for me,” I said, stepping forward. “If she thinks she can just walk in and take everything, she’s going to regret it. I’m not letting go of Damien. If we’re all going to live in lies, then fine—we’ll all suffer together.”
I didn’t wait for her reaction.
I walked past her, heels striking hard against the marble floor, each step loud with defiance—even though my chest felt like it was breaking in silence.