Sweet Revenge: The Healing Hearts Series Book 1

Chapter 23

Vivian

I tapped my nails against the edge of my desk, the rhythm uneven, my mind racing.

Matt wasn’t answering his phone again.

I had called three times that morning—once from her number, twice blocked—and still nothing. A month ago, he’d been blowing up her phone, talking about bringing Camille down, about winning back everything. Now, he was sinking. And he was dragging her right with him.

I glanced at her inbox. A new message from a client, asking about a project Matt was supposed to follow up on. My stomach clenched.

I hadn’t planned for this. Matt was supposed to be composed. Calculated. Not some whiskey-soaked wreck who couldn't go five hours without losing it.

And Camille...

Camille was everywhere. In headlines. On LinkedIn. At events I used to attend with confidence, now with suspicion buzzing behind her like flies.

The worst part? Camille didn’t even "mention" me.

No confrontation. No threats. Just icy silence. Like I didn’t exist.

That silence was loud. Too loud.

Because silence meant planning. It meant Camille was working behind the scenes, and I had no idea how close the blade was to her throat.

I picked up my phone and opened the folder Matt had sent—the same photos Camille had already received. There was no response. Not even a statement. Camille had absorbed the blow and kept walking, like it hadn’t even grazed her.

I hated that more than anything. She wanted the reaction. The crack. But all she saw was poise.

A knock at her door made her flinch. My assistant stepped in. “Vivian, the Salazar Group just released a statement. They’re expanding into digital consulting. It mentions Camille as the new lead on strategy and development.”

I blinked. “What?”

The assistant nodded, eyes wide. “It’s already trending.”

I didn’t answer. Just waved the girl away and opened her browser.

There it was. Camille’s face, elegant and professional. Standing next to Enrique Salazar. Confident. Powerful.

Untouchable.

I dropped her phone.

This wasn’t just business anymore. This was war—and Camille was winning.

Worse, she was doing it without ever raising her voice.

And Matt? Matt was nowhere. Useless. A liability.

I had bet on the wrong man.

Now she was running out of options—and Camille was just getting started.

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