Chapter 8

Camille’s POV

The nightmare grabbed me by the throat, dragging me under before I could fight back.

I was standing in the rain outside a restaurant, my face pressed against cold glass, watching Rose and Stefan inside. They sat at a candlelit table, champagne glasses raised in a toast. Stefan wore the tie I’d given him last Christmas. Rose wore my engagement ring.

Their laughter reached me somehow, cutting through the glass barrier. They were laughing at me.

“Did you see her face?” Rose’s voice echoed unnaturally loud. “When she found the divorce papers? Like a stupid puppy being abandoned at the shelter.”

Stefan chuckled, pouring more champagne. “And when she realized it was you? God, I almost felt sorry for her.”

“Almost,” Rose agreed, her smile shark-like. “But not quite. She made it too easy, Stef. Always so desperate to be loved. So willing to believe the lies.”

They clinked glasses again. The sound transformed into breaking glass,