Divorced the Cheat Married the Fleet (Camilla and Lance) novel Chapter 310

He crouched in front of Camilla, gazing up at her, his expression so sincere it was almost boyish. Camilla just shook her head. She was going to talk to Sarah herself and get to the bottom of things. She knew how stubborn Lance could be. He was already on rocky terms with Darwin and Tessa because of her. Pushing him to go up against Sarah, who was Tessa’s darling, would only make everything worse.

All Camilla really needed to know was that Lance’s heart was hers, always had been. That thought alone made her fearless.

Lance looked utterly wiped out, the alcohol adding to the exhaustion on his face. Camilla told Dane to help him get some rest. No sooner had she picked up her phone than Sarah’s messages popped up.

Camilla, are you still awake? Lance left his phone at home.

I saw you called Lance a bunch of times. Is everything alright? Something urgent?

Sorry, Camilla. I wasn’t ignoring you on purpose. My boyfriend’s just super clingy tonight.

Camilla, why aren’t you answering? Are you upset with me?

Sarah sounded exactly like she always did. Every text was dripping with concern and care, a little too much. Except this time, Camilla read something else between the lines.

Her fingers flew across the screen. She didn’t bother to play nice. Instead she shot back, Are you sure you really have a boyfriend, Sarah? Or let me put it differently—is the so-called boyfriend you keep mentioning actually Lance? You’ve been sending me all these weirdly misleading texts all night. For what? Trying to piss me off, make me fight with Lance, so you can swoop in?

There was no reply. Maybe Sarah had gone to sleep. Camilla tossed her phone onto the bed and went to shower.

When she came out, the phone was still dark, no new notifications. She checked the clock. Six o’clock. Maybe Sarah really was asleep. It didn’t matter anyway. She’d already said what she needed to say, so she let it go.

Across town, in a perfectly decorated pink bedroom, Sarah had her face buried deep in a pile of stuffed animals. At her side was the phone that Lance had “left behind”—except he hadn’t really forgotten it. She’d hidden it herself.

Behind all the pastel cuteness and the sea of plushies, Sarah’s eyes were chilly, cold and stormy. The warm, cozy room would’ve been comforting to anyone else, but on her, paired with her expression, it just looked unsettling.

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