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Camila’s breath hitched as she stepped into the grand living room and saw them. Raymond was standing by the fireplace, his posture stiff, his face a mix of exhaustion and guilt. Beside him, Sophia twirled, laughing as she adjusted the hem of her dress—a pale lavender gown that shimmered in the light.
But it wasn’t just any dress.
Camila’s heart lurched. It was Nina’s dress. Nina Raymond’s ex-wife.
For a moment, Camila froze, her mind racing to catch up with what her eyes were seeing. She felt a wave of disbelief, followed quickly by a surge of anger. Her lips twitched into a smirk, not of amusement, but of disbelief that Raymond could stoop so low.
“What is wrong, Raymond?” she asked, her voice cutting through the room like a blade. She took a step forward, her eyes flicking betw
