Love Rewriting

Chapter6

Mrs. Thompson’s POV

“Did you have to call the child a bastard?” my husband asked the moment Camille stormed out of the room. His voice was calm, but I could hear the disapproval beneath it.

I sighed dramatically, settling beside him on the couch. Taking his hand in mine, I traced my fingers over his palm, trying to soften the moment. “I’m sorry, my love, but that’s exactly what the child is.”

He exhaled deeply, removing his glasses and setting them beside his laptop. His silence made me uneasy.

“What is it?” I asked, watching him closely.

He hesitated before meeting my gaze. There was guilt swimming in his eyes, something I hadn’t seen in a long time.

“Don’t you think we’re going too far with Camille?” he finally asked.

My fingers stiffened around his, a flash of anger burning through me.

“What do you mean by that?” I snapped, pulling my hand away.

“I mean—”

“Don’t you dare bring that up,” I cut him off sharply, standing to pace the room. “We are doing what’s best for her.” I turned to face him, my arms crossed. “And besides, why should Camille have anything when we have Bella? She doesn’t deserve it.”

My husband remained silent, watching me, his expression unreadable.

“Think about it,” I continued, trying to make him see reason. “If we had allowed Camille to marry Raymond and he later found out she was pregnant with another man’s child, what do you think would have happened? We’d lose him—to another family.”

He pinched the bridge of his nose. “You know that once Camille finds out everything, it will be difficult to control her.”

“That’s exactly why we can’t let her,” I said firmly. “We’ll keep her here, caged, until it’s too late for her to do anything about it.”

“But we aren’t treating her right,” my husband argued.

I scoffed. “How do you mean? We give her food, clothes, shelter. What more does she need?”

He sighed again. “Baby, we love her. And I know deep down, you care about her too.”

I forced a smile. “We are doing what’s best for everyone. When the time is right, Bella will handle the company, and everything will fall into place.”

He frowned, hesitation still lingering in his expression.

“But—”

“No buts,” I interrupted. “Bella will handle it.”

He didn’t argue this time. He only nodded slowly.

But I knew my husband.

And something in his eyes told me he wasn’t fully convinced.

If he ever decided to go against me… I would make sure Camille never got the chance to ruin everything.

I wrapped my arms around him, pressing a kiss to his temple, but I could tell his mind was elsewhere. His body was here, but his thoughts were far beyond my reach.

Then—suddenly—there was a commotion outside.

I pulled back, frowning. “What’s going on?” I asked.

“Why are you asking me? We’re both here,” he replied, his voice laced with suspicion.

We stood and walked toward the noise. As soon as we stepped into the hallway, I saw Camille gripping Raymond’s wrist as if he were a thief caught in the act.

I gasped, startled.

“What is going on here?” my husband demanded as we approached.

Bella was already in tears. Seeing me, she ran into my arms, sobbing.

“What happened, Bella?” I asked, stroking her hair.

She buried her face in my shoulder, sniffling. Meanwhile, Camille turned to face my husband, her eyes filled with determination.

“He is the one,” she declared, her voice unwavering. “He is responsible for my baby.”

I scoffed. “What do you mean by that?” I asked coldly. “Are you accusing him?”

I narrowed my eyes, expecting her to shrink under my gaze. But Camille didn’t even flinch. Her bravery was infuriating. She had no idea who she was dealing with.

I turned to my husband. “Darling, would you say something?” I urged. “Camille is accusing him of something he knows nothing about.”

“She just wants to take him away from me!” Bella cried out.

My husband sighed and faced Camille. “Let go of him.”

Surprisingly, Camille released Raymond’s wrist, but her stance remained defiant.

“I’m so sorry for this, Mr. Raymond,” I said smoothly, reaching out to adjust his crumpled shirt. “It’s a little misunderstanding.”

“It’s fine, ma’am,” he muttered, brushing me off. “We’ll sort this out.”

But as soon as he turned to leave, Camille grabbed his arm again.

“What is the meaning of this?” Raymond barked, his patience wearing thin.

“Let him go,” my husband ordered.

But Camille was stubborn. Her grip remained firm as she lifted her chin. “I am not going to do that, Dad. Not until this is sorted out.”

Raymond scoffed. “I don’t even know you.”

“You don’t because you were sleeping,” Camille shot back without hesitation.

My husband looked helplessly between the two of them, clearly unsure of what to do.

Camille faced him again, her voice softer now. “I’m not making this up, Dad. He is responsible for the child I’m carrying.”

Even though I despised her, even though I wanted nothing more than to put her in her place, I could see something in her eyes—sincerity.

The room went silent.

“Daddy, say something,” Bella muttered, clinging to his arm.

He remained quiet, his thoughts unreadable.

I looked around and noticed the maids had gathered, whispering among themselves as they watched the commotion unfold. My husband’s hesitation was humiliating.

“Say something, darling,” I urged.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, he spoke.

“We will run a test to confirm.”

His voice was firm, final.

I clenched my fists at my sides. This wasn’t the outcome I wanted, but at least for now, I could keep Camille under control.

I would make sure of it.