Cambrik’s hands shook with a fury she could no longer contain as she dialed Otthen’s number, her heart pounding with each ring.
She had to confront him—had to demand answers. She needed him to feel the weight of his actions, to understand the depth of his betrayal. How could he bring Cynthia into the mansion and parade her around so publicly, flaunting the very betrayal that had driven Cambrik away?
The phone continued ringing, and just as she prepared to unleash her anger, the call connected.
“Hello?” The voice on the other end wasn’t Otthen’s. It was Cynthia’s.
Cambrik’s breath hitched, shock and rage colliding as she struggled to find her words. “Cynthia?” she said, the disbelief thick in her tone.
A slight pause, then a satisfied, almost amused chuckle. “Ah, Cambrik. Surprised t
