Camilla’s POV

The last forty-eight hours have been hell for me. My name had been on the lips of everyone. The media had been putting out the most outrageous news about me.

I woke up this morning, deciding to block out any negativity. I showered and then went downstairs to eat my breakfast. Raffael came downstairs and sat at the other end of the table.

“Good morning.” He said as he sat down.

I didn’t give him a reply. I looked up at him and saw that the handprint from the slap I gave him was gone. Thank God. I wouldn’t know how to explain that to my grandfather.

“Grandpa called, he wants us to go to his house after you meet with the shareholders,” I said.

“How did you know I have a meeting with the shareholders?” He asked.

I merely stared at him and ignored him. I was done with my food, so I left the table and went back upstairs.

I picked up the phone and texted Skye. I was really thankful for her. She was the only person I had apart from my grandfather and Raffael.

I couldn’t possibly tell my grandfather about what was happening, so Skyee was the only person I could talk to.

She replied to my text immediately and then called me.

“Hey.”

“Hi. I’m on my way now.”

“Ok. See you soon then.” She said and then hung up the phone. 

I picked up my bag and headed downstairs. We planned to go shopping today to take my mind off everything that was happening. 

I got in the back seat of the car. I usually didn’t go out with security, but today I did. I don’t want to be attacked by some randos on the street.

We drove to Skye’s house to pick her up first before heading to the city.

We got to the mall, and we put on our shades to avoid being recognized. We walked around the mall going to different stores.

We went into the Dior store to pick out some bags. We were looking at the bags, checking them out. After a few minutes, we both decided on the bags we wanted. 

We paid and left the store. So far, we have made it without being noticed by anyone. We were on our way to another store when I spotted someone familiar.

“Skye?” I called out softly.

“Yeah?”

“Look who it is,” I spoke up, pointing over in the direction of the person.

She looked over to see. “Tori. What’s she doing here?”

“I mean, it’s a public space. We don’t own it.”

“Yeah, right. I have some things to say to her.”

“Not here, Skye. Come on, let's go.” I dragged her along with me into the store. If I were to confront Tori in public, it would make it to the headlines.

We moved around the aisles trying to pick out some clothes. Skye went into the fitting room to try on a dress so I could convince her to buy it.

I sat down on one of the benches, waiting for her to come out. While I was waiting, someone came and sat beside me, even though there were many other benches to sit on.

“How’s the divorce coming along?”

I looked over at Tori, who was seated beside me. She had a stupid smirk on her face.

“Can you please move away? Find somewhere else to sit.”

“Did you think nobody would recognize you in those ugly shades?”

I wasn’t in the mood to exchange words with her. I wasn’t going to stoop to her level. I stood up, trying to leave, when she held my arm back to stop me from going.

“Let go of me,” I warned.

“Or what?”

“Tori.” I gritted out

“I just wanted to talk to you. Why are you leaving?” She said with a fake smile.

The security came rushing to see what was happening. When she saw them, she let go of my hand immediately.

“Pathetic bitch.” She said as she turned to leave.

I pulled her back by her hand and slapped her. Hard.

“Don’t you ever insult me? I won’t take that from you.” I said angrily. She had already taken my husband. What made her think she could disrespect me like that?

At this time, Skye had come out from the fitting room, and passersby were already noticing the commotion.

She held her cheek in shock. “Did you just slap me?”

“I’ll do it again if you don’t stay in your place.”

She tried to hit me back but was stopped by the security. 

“Come on, Camilla, let’s leave,” Skye said, pulling me away. 

We went back into the fitting room so Skyee could change back into her original outfit. We left immediately after.

When we got in the car, the tears I’d been holding back came out rushing like a dam.

“Oh, Cammy,” Skye cooed, pulling me closer to her. She wrapped her arms around me, rubbing my back. “Shhh. Don’t cry. She’s not worth it.”

“It’s not her. It’s him.” I managed to say in between sniffles. “He’s the cause of all this.”

“I know, but you have to be strong. Don’t let them get to you.”

I pulled away from her embrace. “He embarrassed me in front of thousands of people. Even if he wanted us to get divorced, he should have done it more respectfully and quietly. The whole world knows I’m married to a loser.” I said, cleaning my tears.

“You’re still going to stay with him?”

“I don’t have a choice, Skye, I can’t let her win either.”

The rest of the ride, we drove in silence with my head on Skye’s lap. We dropped her off at home, and then I went home to get ready to meet with my grandfather.

Raffael wasn’t back yet, so I took my time getting ready. I cried a little in the bath before wiping my tears and promising myself I wasn’t going to cry because of him again.

After two hours, Raffael finally got home. He quickly got ready, and we were on our way. I don’t speak to him the whole of the ride, and I caught him giving me side glances. 

After a while, we finally got to the house.