Divorced the Cheat Married the Fleet (Camilla and Lance) novel Chapter 375

“Ah!” Camilla put her weight into it, pressing her heel down on Wallace’s hand until he let out a scream. His eyes were wild as he glared up at her.

“You ungrateful bitch! Don’t pretend you forgot whose money helped pay your mother’s hospital bills. I paid for plenty of those with the cash you made serving me drinks. Now you’ve landed yourself a cushy life with the rich and you think you can toss me aside? Keep dreaming. Where’s my son? Bring him out here, right now!”

He shouted and tried to wrench his hand out from under Camilla’s shoe. But instead of letting up, she pressed harder, grinding her sole into his skin.

“I’ll ask you one more time. Who put you up to this? Don’t feed me some story about finding your way here on your own. I know exactly what you’re capable of—you couldn’t have gotten anywhere near Tessa by yourself. Wallace, you’ve been to prison. You should know slander can put you right back inside. Think carefully—do you really want to risk your neck again for whoever’s pulling your strings this time?”

Camilla didn’t care yet whether Wallace actually had anything to do with Jasper’s birth or not. The only thing that mattered was she knew someone else had sent him here, and she was going to drag that person into the open.

Wallace’s eyes shifted, refusing to meet hers. He stared at the tip of Camilla’s elegant shoe, then let his gaze wander to her expensive bracelet. After a pause, he seemed to steel himself.

“What strings? I just got lucky, that’s all. Ran into Tessa by fate. Enough of the accusations. I’m out now, so the three of us should live as a family. Quit wasting time. Take me home.”

He said it like he was completely entitled, like it was his natural place to give orders and play the father.

His hand must have been hurting, because he winced and looked furious, but he didn’t dare yank it free. He knew Camilla’s heel might dig in deeper and do worse damage.

“Oh really? Then how’d you do the paternity test? Where did you even get Jasper’s hair?” Camilla pushed on.

She ran her own business now, with a life Wallace couldn’t touch—not even after her divorce from Barnard. There was no chance a man just out of prison could get close enough to get her son’s hair. The more she thought about it, the clearer it was. This was a setup.

Camilla glanced at Tessa. She felt sure she’d already worked out who was behind this, she just needed proof.

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