Chapter 232

Camila Harrington looked like she'd been hit by a truck—her face white as a sheet, body swaying like she might just collapse at any second. Her eyes were brimming with tears, but she bit her lip hard, refusing to let them fall. Everything in front of her was a blur. She couldn't make out his face, just his eyes—eyes that suddenly felt so foreign, so distant, they sent a chill straight through her. Her lips parted slightly, like she wanted to say something, but the trembling wouldn’t stop, and no sound came out. It was like her throat had been gripped by an unseen hand, choking the words before they could escape. His voice—they were knives. Cold and cruel, cutting deep into her, slice after slice. It felt like her heart was being ripped open piece by piece. She'd been holding back so hard, but in that second, she just couldn't anymore. The tears crashed down in torrents. She looked utterly broken, hanging on by a thread. But if she was desperate, Prescott Ellington wasn’t doing any bett