Chapter 2

Camilla’s POV

“What’s this?” I asked, feigning ignorance.

“Open it.” He said.

I opened the file he handed to me and brought the documents out. They were divorce papers.

I flipped through them and let out a laugh, but there was no humor in it.

He turned around to leave and then said, “Sign those before I get back.”

I laughed again. “I’m not signing these.”

He turned back to me. “What do you mean you’re not signing it?”

I threw the papers at his face. “I’m not signing it.”

“Camilla, don’t be difficult. Sign the papers so we can go our separate ways. I’m tired of this.” He picked up the papers, arranged them, and handed them back to me.

“Are you deaf? I’m not signing it. You’re going to divorce me and go be with Tori?”

“This is not about Tori. It’s about us and the fact that we’ve been in a loveless marriage for three years.” 

“I love you, Raffael. I’ve always loved you. Why won’t you love me back?”

“Love you back?” He scoffed. “You and your grandfather forced me into this marriage.” He screamed angrily.

“You had a choice, Raffael. If you didn’t want it, you would have refused.”

“Fuck you, Camilla.” He said and left the room.

I followed him. “Where the fuck do you think you’re going?”

“Away from you and all of this.” He said, walking out the door. “Make sure you sign before I get back, except you prefer it the hard way.”

I followed behind him and watched him get in his car and drive out of the compound. I took a deep breath and went back into the house. I picked up my phone and called Skye.

“I’m coming over.”

“Ok. I’ll be waiting.”

I got to her house in less than twenty minutes. I parked outside and made my way to the door. When she opened the door, she welcomed me with a big hug.

“How are you?” She asked, still in the embrace.

“I’m good.”

“What happened? What’s going on?” She asked again as we broke the hug. “Come, sit.” We went to the couch and sat down.

“Raffael gave me divorce papers,” I said, sighing.

“What?” She exclaimed, genuinely shocked. “He gave you divorce papers? Why?”

“He said he doesn’t want to continue in a loveless marriage.”

“Oh my God.” She pulled me in for another hug. “Did you sign it?”

“No. I told him I wouldn’t.”

“And what did he have to say about that?”

“He told me to sign them before he got back, or we would have to do it the hard way.” Tears started rolling down my cheeks and I didn’t even know when. “He says he doesn’t love me anymore. What am I going to do, Skye?”

“Cammy, don’t cry. We’ll get through this.” She said, stroking my hair. “Is it about Tori?” 

“He says it is not, but I don’t believe him. How can he randomly give me divorce papers the day after our anniversary when he was out with his ex-girlfriend? I’m not a kid!”

“You guys need to talk about this maturely. The media is already going crazy. The headlines are outrageous. Where is he?” I doubted he still cared about what the media thought.

“I don’t know, he stormed out of the house after we fought.” I sniffed, trying to hold back my tears.

“You guys are going to fix this, okay?” She said, reassuring me. “It’s not the end.”

“Can we go somewhere? I need to clear my head, and it’s suffocating inside.”

“Where do you want to go?”

“I don’t know.” I shrugged. “Anywhere’s fine as long as it’s away from everything.”

We got out of the house, and Skye was driving. I didn’t know where she was taking me, but I was grateful to be going out.

We drove for a long time before we finally stopped outside an amusement park. I looked at her and laughed. “An amusement park? Really?”

“What? It’s the best place for a distraction.” She says, unbuckling her seat belt. “And you used to love coming here all the time. Come on, let's go.”

We got out of the car and went to get our tickets. We got inside, and I instantly felt like a child again. We spent almost the whole day there, going from ride to ride. It felt peaceful.

After a long day, we were both tired and decided to leave. “Thank you,” I said to Skye when we got in the car. “Sincerely, I don’t know what I would do without you.”

“It’s no big deal. That’s what friends are for.” She was about to speak again when she was interrupted by my phone ringing.

I checked the caller and saw that it was my assistant.

“Hello?”

“I’ve been trying to reach you.”

“Why? Is there any problem?”

“I’ll send it to you right now.”

She hung up the phone, and my phone pinged. She sent me a video. A video of my husband and his ex-girlfriend kissing. The clothes he was wearing were the clothes he was in when he left the house. 

I felt an unfamiliar ache in my chest, and I placed my hand above it, hoping it would numb the pain. It did nothing.

“What is it?”

I showed her the video, and she gasped. “Oh my God. I’m so sorry.”

“You don’t have anything to be sorry about.” I shook my head as she handed me my phone. It wasn’t her fault. She had nothing to do with my cheating husband.

“What are you going to do about it?”

“Nothing.” 

“Nothing?” She exclaimed. “Cammy, I know you love him, but you have to sign those papers. He’s embarrassed you enough already.”

“I don’t know Skye. Let’s see about that.” He was hurting me, but I still didn’t want to let him go. I knew it was pathetic, but I couldn’t help how I felt about him.

Looking away from Skye’s pitiful gaze, I called my assistant back. “Where did you get this from?”

“It’s all over the news.” 

My heart broke. “Okay. I’ll speak to you later.”

“Cammy…” Skye trailed off.”

“Don’t. I don’t want to talk about it. Let’s go.” I buckled up, and she started driving.

I was going to deal with my failing marriage later. I was too exhausted to think about it.