Chapter 33: The Checkmate
POV: Camilla The morning sun poured through the windows of the master suite, warming my bare shoulders. Dust mites floated in the light like tiny fireflies, and for a moment the whole room felt staged, like a magazine spread I’d ripped out and pasted into my life. I stretched my arms above my head, a slow, wicked smile spreading across my face before I even opened my eyes. I rolled over and ran my hand across the side of the mattress. The sheets were still warm, holding the heat of another body. They smelled like cologne. The scent clung to the linen and to my skin. I had won. Fiona had thought she was so clever with her boring little silent treatment, but she was a total amateur. She tried to play a game she didn't understand, and I had completely outplayed her. She was likely si
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