Divorced the Cheat Married the Fleet (Camilla and Lance) novel Chapter 309

Camilla lay in bed, wide awake, staring at the ceiling. Sleep just wasn’t happening. Somewhere outside, the night started to fade and the first hint of morning crept across the sky. The house was quiet, almost eerily so, when Lance’s car rolled into the driveway.

She sat up, instantly alert, eyes glued to the front door.

Lance stumbled a little as he got out, the driver steadying him by the arm. Dane heard the muffled commotion and rushed out the door. “Lance, you’re finally home. Camilla’s been up waiting for you.”

That seemed to snap Lance out of his fog. His tired eyes found Camilla sitting on the couch and, for a second, his face looked a little scared. He pulled away from the driver and headed straight toward her.

Camilla didn’t move, just watched.

His suit wasn’t the same one he’d worn in Sarah’s pictures. But the deep blue tie—and the touch of silver chain peeking out from behind—were exactly the same as the ones in that photo. Both were familiar. One she’d picked out with Sarah herself, the other she’d made, threading every link by hand. Her heart sank, suspicion rising up again, making it hard to breathe.

Before she could speak, Lance blurted out, nervous and searching her face. “Camilla, why do you smell like disinfectant? Did you go to the hospital? Are you okay? Are you hurt?”

She looked at him, letting the silence hang before she finally asked, “Where were you?”

Lance hesitated. “I went to the Charles Estate for a bit. I didn’t want you to worry, so I didn’t say anything.”

She didn’t let up. “Really? You seem pretty drunk. And your phone—I called. Why didn’t you answer?”

She wanted to scream, to just ask about Sarah and their relationship, but the words barely made it out, stumbling and unsure.

Lance patted his pockets, a little dazed. “Darwin was there keeping an eye on things. I drank too much, I guess. Not sure where my phone went. Sorry, Camilla. It’s my fault. Did you call because something was wrong? Are you sick? Tell me…”

“Yes,” Camilla answered quietly.

His whole expression changed. He grabbed her hand, like he was ready to check her all over. “Where does it hurt? Did you take anything? Dane—”

He started to turn and call for Dane, but Camilla stopped him. “It’s my heart, Lance. Can you just tell me—what’s really going on between you and Sarah?”

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