Divorce Him, Then Dazzle novel Chapter 42

“Ten days,” she said, her voice steady. “I’m giving you ten days. After that, I don’t care about looking bad. I’m the victim here. The ones who should feel ashamed are you people who do these awful things. If you don’t agree to divorce, I’ll tell everyone everything.”

“What are you even trying to get out of this?” Daniel was losing his cool. “I said I would divorce you. I just need some time to make sure the company isn’t affected. Can’t you just give me a bit more time?”

Camilla didn’t even bother answering. She turned and started walking away.

Daniel stepped in front of her, trying to grab her arm.

That was it. Camilla couldn’t hold it in anymore. Nausea hit her so hard she had to cover her mouth and rush to the bathroom.

Daniel stood there, stunned.

Was she really throwing up?

She really was. As soon as Daniel got close, the urge to vomit just overwhelmed her.

“Camilla? Are you okay?” Daniel called from outside.

Camilla stood up, her face pale as a sheet.

Right then, something became crystal clear to her.

Right then, she couldn’t imagine letting any man near her again.

After last night, being grabbed—being held down—made nausea rise in her throat before she could stop it.

She splashed cold water on her face, rinsed her mouth, and finally opened the door, still looking washed out.

Daniel took one look at her and couldn’t help but sound worried. “Are you sure you’re alright? You look really bad. Maybe I should take you to the hospital?”

Camilla pulled back, not even glancing at him. “Stay away from me, or I’ll actually be sick.”

“Camilla, don’t be like this,” Daniel pleaded, frustration creeping into his voice. “Just tell me what you want. How can I make this right?”

“Divorce.” Camilla grabbed her bag. “Daniel, let’s end this before it gets uglier for both of us.”

He opened his mouth to argue, but Camilla was already heading for the door.

He followed, but she didn’t even acknowledge him.

Camilla shook her head. “It’s not a divorce issue. I need some advice. If I report a crime in this situation or take it to court, would the other person actually get convicted?”

Latonia’s expression turned serious. “What happened?”

“Can you keep it confidential?” Camilla asked quietly.

“You can trust me,” Latonia promised. “It’s my job.”

Camilla explained, as briefly as she could, what had happened.

Latonia had been a lawyer for almost eight years and had heard it all—or so she thought.

But this story left her shocked.

Your own husband setting you up with another man. It was unthinkable.

She asked, “You said that man is rich and powerful. Who is he? I need to know more before I can advise you.”

Camilla’s hands were clenched so tightly her knuckles turned white. “His name is Lambert.”