Divorced the Cheat Married the Fleet (Camilla and Lance) novel Chapter 259

Even after Ada left, Camilla still couldn’t calm down. Her mind was a tangled mess, her heart floating somewhere she couldn’t quite reach.

Lance was wonderful—maybe too wonderful. He made her feel cared for in a way that left her off balance. His kindness seemed to pull her heartstrings tighter and tighter. Every sweet thing he did set off ripples inside her, but those fluttery feelings always came along with worry and fear. She hated the idea of lying to him, but Camilla didn’t even know how to explain her own story. Her past felt like a jigsaw puzzle with half the pieces missing, and she wouldn’t even know where to start if she tried.

She sat in her office for two straight hours, barely noticing as night settled in outside her window. Darkness filled the city before she’d even gathered the energy to stand up.

Then her phone buzzed with a new notification.

She looked down and saw Barnard’s name. Just seeing it made her even more numb.

He wanted to meet tomorrow. Said they needed to talk about things from before.

Message after message came in, more persistent each time. Camilla really wanted to ignore him, but then he sent a surveillance video. The footage was grainy and old, obviously taken years ago. It showed a hotel hallway—empty, but instantly recognizable. She knew it right away. It was where the Carter family’s gala happened.

Camilla’s blood ran cold. Her body actually shivered. Barnard had a clear message—he was reminding her he still had dirt on her, still holding something over her head. No matter how much time passed, he was always there, haunting her and refusing to let go.

He was the one who’d tricked her into marrying him. Now, after everything, he’d already gotten what he wanted. He’d married Davina, his so-called true love. They were divorced now, and Camilla thought, or hoped, that chapter of her life was finished. But Barnard always saw things differently.

She sat frozen in her office for half an hour, unable to move or decide what to do next, until the door finally swung open. Lance stepped in, and beside him was Jasper. Their arrival snapped her out of her daze.

As soon as she saw them, her instincts kicked in—she quickly gathered up everything Ada had brought earlier and stuffed it all into a drawer. She fumbled with the papers, her movements clumsy from nerves. Lance noticed, his brow twitching with concern, but he didn’t say a word. Instead, he just gave her a wink and, as if nothing was wrong, pulled out a bouquet of pale pink roses—soft, perfect blooms that looked almost too fresh for reality.

He held them out with the gentlest smile. “Our Camilla’s been working so hard. Your son and I came to take you home.”

Just having the roses in the room seemed to change the air, filling the office with a light, flowery scent that put her at ease, even if only for a second.

At the word “son,” Jasper shot Lance a side-eye full of suspicion before racing to Camilla’s side, arms thrown around her like he needed reassurance. He looked up, his voice uncertain but hopeful. “Mom, is he really my dad now?”

Lance grinned, raising an eyebrow at Jasper. “What, am I really that embarrassing for you? I’ve answered this so many times already… not good enough for you?”

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