My Ex-husband Begs Me Back (Ayan and Camille) novel Chapter 963

Chapter 963: Loss

"I haven't been ignoring you. If I were, I wouldn't be answering this call right now. Don't overthink it. I'm just a bit tired. Let's talk when you're back," Camille said.

Camille clearly didn't want to continue the conversation. From her words, it was evident that her emotions were directed towards Ayan. If it were any other matter, she would have been more straightforward. But when it came to something related to Ayan, she couldn't ignore it.

Ayan asked, "Are you genuinely tired, or do you just not want to talk to me? What happened that caused such a significant change overnight?"

Camille didn't immediately respond to his inquiry. Instead, she remained silent for about ten seconds before speaking softly, "What do you think it is?"

Her response was a question in return, and it only made Ayan more convinced that something was amiss. He couldn't have expected anything else.

"I don't know. Can you tell me?" Ayan asked.

"Ayan, have you ever lied to me?" Camille didn't beat around the bush; instead, she suddenly posed this question. It caught Ayan off guard, and his expression froze. Before he could respond, Camille continued, "If you find it difficult to answer or haven't figured out how to, let's discuss it when you return."

Ayan paused, and his expression grew even graver. He replied in a hoarse voice, "There's nothing to hide. I've told you that you can ask me anything. Don't believe what others say."

"I haven't believed anyone else. I only believe in my own eyes and ears," Camille said with a touch of coldness. "As for the rest, we'll talk about it when you're ready. When you return."

Camille believed that it might be better to discuss these matters face-to-face because some things could only be clarified in person.

Camille's attitude was crystal clear, and Ayan didn't want to end it there. He asked tentatively, "So, what's the matter? Can't we discuss it openly?"

"I already asked you, didn't I? You didn't answer," Camille responded.

"What do you mean by 'have I ever lied to you'? What exactly are you asking?" Ayan furrowed his brows, looking somewhat burdened.

Camille explained, "It means exactly what it sounds like. If you don't understand, forget it."

"Cami, can't we have a proper conversation?" Ayan asked.

"How do you expect me to have a proper conversation with you? Ayan, I've said it countless times-I don't want to be deceived, I don't want to be kept in the dark. I despise being deceived. Do you think I'm just saying these things, or do you think I mean them?" Camille's emotions were getting heated, as she truly loathed the feeling of being deceived. Being deceived, especially by someone close, made her extremely uncomfortable. It felt like something was squeezing her heart tightly, causing her to struggle to breathe.

Camille took a silent, deep breath, and her expression turned unusually cold. She held her breath, waiting for Ayan's response.

At this point, she had made her stance crystal clear, and Ayan couldn't hold onto any hope.

He spoke softly, "I can explain."

"So, is it true?" Camille's tone was filled with questioning, and her beautiful face was shrouded in an icy demeanor. Her eyes gleamed with a piercing coldness as she said, "Do you think I'm just a game to you?"

Ayan immediately denied, "It's not like that. I never had such intentions. I... " His voice carried an unusual sense of panic and nervousness, and his words came out hoarse, "I just didn't want to truly lose you, so I had no choice but to do this."

"But have you ever thought that this isn't what I want? What you did isn't about fearing the loss of me; it's about satisfying your own selfish desires. You never considered my feelings. You simply wanted to keep me within the confines of your plans because you didn't want them disrupted by anyone else. This is pure selfishness on your part."

Every word from Camille was filled with indifference, and no one could fathom her emotions after hearing those words. Even though she didn't believe him, she couldn't find a reason not to believe. There wasn't even a suitable excuse he could use to justify his actions.

Ayan clenched his lips tightly, his face veiled in seriousness. His voice lowered, "I never thought that way. I just..."