Chapter 12

Camille’s POV

Rose had posted a “tribute” to me, a carefully filtered photo of us as teenagers, her arm around my shoulders, her face glowing while mine was partly in shadow. “Missing my angel sister every day. Your light was too bright for this world. #SisterLove #Forever”

Beneath it, dozens of sympathetic comments. Friends who’d never questioned her role in my marriage’s end. Acquaintances eager to attach themselves to her grief narrative.

And Stefan, commenting with a simple heart emoji. The man who’d handed me divorce papers on our anniversary, now publicly mourning the wife he’d discarded.

I stared at the tribute photo. She mourned me the way you mourn a trophy, glad it’s yours, sad it’s gone.

“Enough,” I said finally, closing the laptop. “I’ve seen what I needed to see.”

Victoria studied me carefully. “And what do you feel?”

I searched myself, digging for the hurt, the rage, the betrayal that should be there. Instead, I found so