Divorced the Cheat Married the Fleet (Camilla and Lance) novel Chapter 269

The words “mentally ill” stung, and Dahlia’s hands were shaking even harder.

Camilla’s expression went cold. “If you two want to catch up, or if you have anything else to say, take it outside. Don’t disturb everyone else here.”

Magee shot a sideways look at Dahlia, his eyes clouded with emotion she couldn’t quite read. He didn’t argue, just took Pamela by the arm and left, closing the door behind them and leaving the room to Camilla and Dahlia.

Camilla gently patted Dahlia’s back. “Hey, it’s okay. It’s all behind you now. Really. You’re safe.”

Dahlia raised her head a little, tears staining her cheeks. Her eyes searched Camilla’s for reassurance. “Camilla, am I pathetic?” Her voice trembled. “It’s been years, but whenever I see her, I still get so scared. I thought I’d be better by now, but I’m not…”

“Being scared is normal,” Camilla said softly. “But look at you. You’re still standing, you’re taking care of yourself. That’s more than enough. You’re stronger than you think.”

Dahlia stayed quiet, her eyes empty and tired. After a moment, she glanced over at the door. Through the tiny glass window, she could see the back of Magee’s head. He was still talking to Pamela somewhere in the hallway. No sound reached their room, just a heavy silence.

An uneasy feeling crept up on Camilla. “Dahlia, you heard what he said just now, right? He’s not someone you can pin your hopes on. You’re still young, you have so much ahead of you. Don’t waste your time and energy on a person like that. It’s just not worth it, do you understand?”

Dahlia bit her lip until it turned pale. Her normally dark eyes churned with emotion that even Camilla couldn’t piece together. She still didn’t speak, which only made Camilla more on edge. She pressed again, “Dahlia, forget everything else for a minute. Can you just tell me, honestly, what’s really going through your mind right now?”

“I don’t know,” Dahlia whispered. Her fingers clung to the edge of Camilla’s sleeve. Her voice was barely holding together. “I don’t understand why they treat me like this. I just don’t get it. Camilla, I hate him, but I…”

The words tumbled out in messy fragments. She tried to hold herself together, clutching the front of her shirt over her chest as if that could keep her heart from shattering.

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