Divorced the Cheat Married the Fleet (Camilla and Lance) novel Chapter 150

It was honestly sickening, watching Barnard go on about how much he loved Davina while still promising to save the title of Mrs. Carter for Camilla. Sick enough that he could get Davina pregnant, then turn around and try to sweet-talk Camilla into having his child too.

After Camilla slapped him, Barnard didn’t even look angry. If anything, he stared at her more intently, doubling down. “Camilla, I mean it. We can have a baby together. In the future...”

She cut him off. “Just stop. There’s no future for us.” The disgust bubbling inside her was so strong, it was hard to even breathe.

Barnard was almost unrecognizable now, his face twisted into something ugly and desperate. Camilla wondered how she could have been so blind back then, letting this man steal her youth. She didn’t even have to look at him to feel his sticky gaze clinging to her.

Suddenly, his phone started ringing from his pocket. Camilla didn’t have to check who it was. Davina, no doubt, probably calling to ask where he had gone.

Barnard glanced at the screen, saw her name, and ignored the call. He looked back at Camilla, his voice confident. “Think about what I said. You fit the role of Mrs. Carter so well. If we have a child, Jasper will have his place here too. There’s nothing but advantages. You know how to weigh things. This is the safest and best path for you.”

Camilla just stared at him. “What about Davina? Isn’t she the one you swear you love? You’re talking her into having your baby. Does she even know you’ve changed your mind?”

Barnard’s eyes flickered away, and for a second he looked tired at the mention of Davina. “She can’t be Mrs. Carter,” he mumbled, almost too quickly. “I’ll handle it. You don’t have to worry about her.”

Camilla’s hand slid over her purse. Inside, her recorder gave off the tiniest blinking light. She and Barnard had burned the last bridge between them. She wouldn’t face him unprepared.

Now was as good a time as any.

Let the backstabbing begin.

“You really are good at weighing pros and cons, Barnard,” Camilla said, her voice easy but cold.

He sighed. “Camilla, you don’t have to keep mocking me. I’m actually looking out for you, too. Just think of this as a business partnership—both sides win.”

She shook her head, her tone firm. “Sorry. I’m not interested in partnering with someone who could stab me in the back at any second.”

His phone rang again. Still Davina.

Barnard looked irritated and hesitated with the phone, clearly torn. Camilla didn’t let up. “See? You want to talk about cooperation, but you can’t even ignore your old lover’s call for five minutes. Barnard, come find me when you can actually make up your mind.”

Barnard gave up on the phone, tossing it aside.

Calvin spoke, looking serious. “No one saw this disaster coming. Your mom and I talked about it. That’s a life, after all, and forcing her to get rid of it seems cruel. But if she keeps the baby, that’s not fair to you. So, here are five percent of our shares. Think of it as compensation.”

He paused before adding, “As soon as the baby’s born, I’ll send him abroad. There’s no way he’ll affect you or Barnard. This stays in the family—no one else needs to know about it. Honestly, it’s best for you, too. If the baby’s gone, Jasper stays the one and only heir. Think about it.”

No hesitation. Camilla nodded. “I’ll sign.”

Five percent of the Carter family’s shares. Why would she say no to that?

Calvin was only offering because he still didn’t know Jasper wasn’t Barnard’s son. In the end, whatever he gave to Camilla was really a gift for Jasper too.

Barnard was the one who’d insisted on keeping Jasper’s real paternity secret. Camilla felt no guilt about it at all.

As for the non-disclosure, she couldn’t care less. She didn’t have to say anything herself. Davina was bound to stir things up anyway.

In fact, even a second of hesitation would have made her look disrespectful toward that five percent. And Camilla was never going to pass up what she deserved.