The Truth

(Camilla’s POV) I found myself being taken to a hotel. This is where he must be staying for whatever business he has in my city currently. I don't want to believe that he came here for me. That's a stupid thing. The plush carpet of his hotel room feels strangely foreign beneath my feet. I stumble, my laughter echoing in the quiet space as I try to regain my balance. Kalel catches my arm, his grip firm but gentle, guiding me towards the plush sofa. "You're a terrible liar, you know that?" I slur, my words thick with alcohol. "You miss me, don't you? Even though you have a child with someone else." I am hurting in my own words, but I didn't stop. I wanted him to know how fucking miserable I am after he chose another woman over me. Kalel ruined me. He doesn't answer, his gaze fixed on me as he helps me settle onto the sofa. I watch him, a strange mix of anger and longing swirling inside me. Is he pretending not to hear me? or did he forget what he did to me already? He can't just come her