Divorce Him, Then Dazzle novel Chapter 250

There were simply some things she could never say to Catheleen.

If Catheleen had just been a regular friend, perhaps she could have confided in her.

But Catheleen was also Lambert's sister.

That alone sealed Camilla's lips forever.

To make matters worse, she was technically still a married woman.

Her divorce was still stuck in absolute limbo.

And yet... she had somehow managed to fall for another man.

It was incredibly shameful.

Secrets like these could only be buried deep within her own heart.

She could never share them with anyone.

And so, Catheleen watched helplessly as Camilla drained glass after glass.

Even the bartender eventually had to step in.

"Look, your drinks might be on the weaker side, but if you keep chugging them like that, you're going to pass out in no time," he cautioned.

"It's fine," Catheleen said, her heart aching for her friend. "She wants to get drunk. Let her."

Even though Camilla fiercely denied it, Catheleen could feel the heavy burden weighing on her mind.

The two of them were usually completely open with one another.

For Camilla to clam up like this meant it was something far too painful to voice aloud.

She wouldn't force Camilla to speak, but she would absolutely sit right beside her through it all.

From that point on, Catheleen stuck exclusively to juice, acting as a quiet sentinel while Camilla steadily drank herself into oblivion.

Watching her suddenly reminded Catheleen of last night—her brother had been drinking with exactly this kind of manic desperation.

Did all heartbroken people share the exact same self-destructive drinking style?

The thought of her own drunken antics the previous night, and being chauffeured home in Lambert's car, made Catheleen wince with guilt.

Seeking a small distraction, she stealthily snapped a photo of the cocktails on the table and fired it off to Lambert through a messaging app.

She knew Lambert rarely checked his phone, and he used the messaging app even less.

So when she hit send, she didn't realistically expect a reply.

She set her phone down. Sure enough, it wasn't until a dozen minutes later that it finally pinged.

She had been so focused on getting hammered last night that returning it had completely slipped her mind.

It would just have to wait until she saw Lambert again.

Turning back to Camilla, she said softly, "Cammie, you really should slow down. You're going to feel awful tomorrow."

Camilla was already deeply buzzed, her cheeks flushed with heat and her head spinning beautifully. "It's fine. I want to be drunk."

Seeing her like this only made Catheleen's anxiety spike.

She leaned in closely. "Cammie, seriously, whatever is going on, you have to tell me. I swear I'll help you!"

Camilla flashed a radiant, slightly vacant smile. "Relax, don't worry about me. I'm perfectly fine! I'm just celebrating. I made the semi-finals, and once I get my divorce, there will officially be nothing left in this world to make me sad."

"Yes! Exactly!" Catheleen cheered, raising her glass of juice. "Here's to crushing the competition! And to a smooth, speedy divorce!"

They clinked their glasses together, and Camilla threw her drink back, draining it to the final drop.

Eventually, when Camilla was so thoroughly plastered that she could barely string a coherent sentence together, Catheleen suggested, "Should we head home now?"

Right at that moment, someone tapped Catheleen firmly on the shoulder.

She whipped around—and nearly jumped out of her skin.