Chapter 53

• ~Camila’s POV~
• Marriage is supposed to be pleasant, but mine has been nothing but a succession of storms. These storms are wearing me out. I was never given the opportunity to enjoy my marriage. Storms, according to popular belief, are only ephemeral. If you are caught in a storm, you will either die or become numb. Your beauty can even attract the attention of a raging thunderstorm. For some women, getting married to Christopher Grayston is the culmination of a long-held fantasy. That is not the case with me, though, as I was fucking married to that cretin without even knowing who he was. With a son now as a responsibility, I’m feeling the weight of the world. I am overcome with emotion at the prospect of having a son when I have never had sex in my life. I chuckled hysterically at my own miserable life. I’ve always wanted to build a name for myself in this industry. Well, I’ve actually established a reputation for myself. CAMMY. My desire was for something more, and at the moment, that something more is my son. That is the one nice thing that came out of this marriage for me. Aside from that, there’s been a nonstop downpour of rain and hail. What wrongdoing did I ever commit against him? Why didn’t he tell me what I’d done? My brain quickly turned into a battleground, replete with a slew of 'whys' and other questions. Slowly but steadily, the battle in my thoughts pushed its way through my mouth and into my heart, and my mouth began to feel dried out. My skull hammered on my ribcage as if I were a prisoner about to break free from her captivity. Resting my foot on the gas pedal, I drove back to my house.
• As soon as I arrived at my residence, the house was completely empty. Liam is still with Chris. Since the divorce, I have not phoned. Even though I long to see my son, I’m adamant that I never see Chris again. I’m not sure how I’m going to get my son without having to see Chris. I’m still reeling from the fact that I’ve been dumped, scratch that divorce by someone unworthy of me and my love. I chuckled to myself when I realized how foolish I had been. Oh my God, I’m a complete idiot. A man cheated on me numerous times, and I, the foolish wife, held on to hope that he would change his ways. After all, I’ve been longing to see my son, and now I must make the trip to visit him in person. I pulled out my phone and sent him a text message.