Chapter 49 Chapter 49
Amelia
“What do you mean you asked her to move in?” I asked, my voice shaking with shock.
Maxwell stood up without saying a word. He picked up my ripped dress from the floor and tossed it over my body like it meant nothing. I grabbed it, anger burning through me, and flung it away.
I straightened up and faced him. “Answer me!” I yelled.
Before he could speak, Camilla rushed toward us. Her eyes were blazing with anger.
“He asked me to move in with him,” she said sharply. “As his fiancée.” She lifted her hand and waved her ringless finger right in my face.
“Soon enough, you will take your dirty self out of this house when he gets tired of you.”
Her words hit hard, but what confused me even more was her anger. If she was mad that her man was cheating, why was she directing it at me instead of him? It made no sense.
“You walked in on both of us almost fucking each other ,” I snapped back, my voice cold. “And you think I’m the one you should be fighting with?”
I shook my head in disbelief, staring at her. “How foolish can you be?”
“You are the one who thinks she can just appear out of nowhere and steal my man,” Camilla said, her eyes moving slowly over my body in disgust. “You stupid slut. You were sleeping with his brother, and now suddenly you want him too.”
I didn’t bother replying to her right away. Instead, I turned to Maxwell. He was standing there quietly, watching the two of us argue, a faint look of amusement on his face. It made my stomach turn. He looked like he was enjoying the fact that we were fighting over him.
I took a step closer to Camilla. “I am not interested in your man,” I said calmly. “There are better men out there—real men—who actually know how to treat a woman.”
I paused, letting my words sink in. “Not boys who think bringing another woman into the house is a clever way to threaten a wife who doesn’t even want them.”
Camilla laughed harshly. “He only married you because of his company,” she shouted. “And to save your dying business. Don’t let that ‘wife’ title get into your head. Sleeping with him is just your payment for the favor he’s doing you.”
I clapped my hands slowly, mocking her. “If you know all of that,” I said, “then why are you so threatened by me?”
For a brief moment, her eyes faltered. The confidence on her face cracked, She quickly tried to cover it up with anger.
“Because you saw him worship my body in ways he never did yours, poor you.” I continued coldly. “I don’t want your man. Not now. Not ever. He’s nothing more than a stress reliever to me.”
Camilla slammed the flower vase hard against the table, sending it crashing to the floor. The sound echoed through the room, sharp and angry. I didn’t turn back to look at her. I was done.
I walked back to where everything had started and picked up my purse. Then I bent down, grabbed my ripped dress from the floor, and as I passed Maxwell, I flung it straight at his face.
“You are a fucking coward,” I said coldly, not slowing my steps.
I turned and walked upstairs to my room.
That night, sleep refused to come. I tossed and turned endlessly, my body burning with anger. Every time I closed my eyes, the scene replayed in my head. The humiliation, the silence, the way Maxwell had stood there and watched everything unfold. I had never been treated like that in my life.
I clenched my fists into the sheets. Part of me wanted to storm into Maxwell’s room and beat him up. What kind of thinking made him believe it was okay to bring Camilla into the house? What exactly was going through his head?
By morning, I was exhausted but wide awake. I sat in the dining room, scrolling through my phone while waiting for Cynthia to bring my breakfast. I was trying to distract myself when I heard footsteps on the stairs.
Camilla walked down wearing a transparent nightwear, her movements light and confident. She was swinging her hips happily until she spotted me sitting at the dining table. Her lips curved into a knowing smile as she walked straight toward me.
“You must be waiting for Maxwell to come and drive you to work,” she said, taking a seat across from me without being invited. “I suggest you find your own way there. He’s not taking you today.”
I ignored her completely, refusing to give her the reaction she wanted.
Just then, Cynthia walked into the dining room with my breakfast. She placed the tray gently on the table in front of me. Before I could even reach for it, Camilla quickly dragged the plate toward herself.
Both Cynthia and I stared at her in shock. “Ma’am, that breakfast is for Mrs. Amelia,” Cynthia said carefully. “Please tell me what you would like instead, and I’ll prepare it for you.”
Camilla’s face twisted with anger. “Shut the fuck up, you dirty, ugly thing,” she snapped.
“Go make her something else.”
My chest tightened. In that moment, it became clear to me why Maxwell had brought Camilla into this house. He wanted chaos. He wanted me frustrated, angry, and broken. But I refused to give him that satisfaction.
“Cynthia,” I said calmly, even though my teeth were clenched, “go make me something simple.”
Cynthia hesitated for a second, then nodded and walked back into the kitchen.
“I changed my mind,” Camilla said suddenly, pushing the plate away. “I don’t want this breakfast anymore. I need you to go get me some things. Right now. Immediately.”
Cynthia stopped and looked at me, uncertainty written all over her face.
“Don’t worry,” I said, forcing the words out.
“Go.”
She nodded again and left.
I exhaled slowly, my hands shaking slightly. “I’ll make my breakfast myself,” I said quietly.
The moment she heard Maxwell’s footsteps approaching, Camilla moved fast. She dragged the tray toward herself and suddenly threw the food all over her body. The hot coffee spilled across her nightwear and skin.
“Fuck, Amelia!” she screamed as the coffee soaked into the fabric. She jumped up immediately and rushed toward Maxwell.
“Look at what she’s done!” she cried, clinging to him like she was falling apart. “Look at the nightie you love so much. She ruined it.”
I stayed seated, watching the performance with a blank expression.
Maxwell didn’t even look at her. He gently pushed her aside and turned his attention to me instead.
“You’re ready, right?” he asked calmly. “Take my bag and let’s go.”
I let out a short, mocking scoff. “Nope,” I replied flatly. “I will be sending in my resignation letter later today.”
I walked past him without another glance and headed upstairs to my room. Behind me, I could hear Camilla’s angry voice rising and Maxwell snapping back at her.
I smiled to myself as I walked away, quietly amused by the argument breaking out between him and his fiancée.
Author's note: Camilla, for a mannnnn, no nowww.