Divorced the Cheat Married the Fleet (Camilla and Lance) novel Chapter 304

Camilla had only bought this place on a whim, but somehow it felt more and more like home every day. Whenever she looked at Lance, something new bloomed inside her, something so powerful it shocked her—a possessiveness she’d never imagined she could feel. The truth hit her quietly, but it hit hard. She didn’t want to be apart from him. Maybe she thought she’d never fight for anything again in this life, but for him she was willing to try one more time.

That evening, her phone lit up with another apology from Sarah. The message was long and heartfelt, the kind you could tell someone had written over and over, trying to get just right. Camilla read it twice. She knew Sarah didn’t mean any harm, and even Tessa showing up really wasn’t Sarah’s fault. She wrote back with a few comforting words, hoping Sarah would feel a little better.

But a few minutes later, her phone buzzed with a call. Sarah’s voice on the line was faint and staticky, and she sounded like she’d been crying. “Camilla, is Lance still mad at me? I sent him a message, but he didn’t answer, and when I tried to call, he ignored it. Could you talk to him for me? Tessa was upset today, and Lance is her son. Can you help ask him to come home for a while?”

Sarah’s requests sounded reasonable, but Camilla hesitated. “I’m sorry, Sarah, I just don’t want to interfere. If you want Lance to come home, maybe you should let him know yourself.”

Sarah went quiet for a second, then asked, “You’re not upset if I contact him, are you?”

The question left Camilla feeling strange. Something about the way Sarah asked made her uneasy, even though, on the surface, there was nothing wrong with it. “Of course not. You’re his sister, after all. It’s normal for you two to talk.”

“You really are such a good person, Camilla. It’s no wonder Lance likes you so much. If I were a guy, I think I’d like you, too.”

Sarah’s mood seemed to shift, and suddenly she launched into a rambling stream of compliments and chatter that hardly left any space for Camilla to answer. She didn’t want to hang up on her, so she just listened, dropping in a “mm” here and there, waiting for an opening.

She never got the chance. Lance finally came in, calling her downstairs for dinner. He noticed how long she’d been on the phone and couldn’t help but tease her. “Who’s got so much to say? Seriously, it’s almost been an hour. Doesn’t anyone need a break around here?”

Sarah must have heard him because her voice suddenly hesitated. “Camilla, was that Lance? Can I talk to him?”

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