Camila’s POV
“Ah, f**k this. f**k all of it!”
My scream tore out of me before I even realized it. My arm swept across Ian’s desk, sending files, pens, a photo frame—everything—crashing to the floor. The sound echoed through the office like shattered glass mocking me.
My chest rose and fell sharply. I tried to breathe, but the weight of Ian’s words still pressed against my ribs like iron.
The door clicked open.
For a hopeful second, I thought it was Ian—coming back, apologizing, holding me, choosing me.
But it wasn’t.
It was Victoria.
My breath caught. “Victoria? Oh my God—you’re back?” I rushed toward her, throwing my arms around her.
Her body stiffened, just for a heartbeat—cold, mechanical—before she hugged me back with exaggerated enthusiasm.
“Good to finally see you again,”
