Camellia's POV
After dinner, I washed the dishes and grabbed a book to read on the balcony, soaking up the sun.
As I flipped through the pages, drowsiness crept in, and I dozed off on the lounge chair.
When I woke up, the sky was already dimming.
I splashed some water on my face in the bathroom. I was too lazy to cook, so I grabbed my keys and headed out to grab a bite.
As I opened the door, I nearly jumped out of my skin—Esmond was standing in the shadows. I instinctively took a step back.
"Cam, it's me," he said, his voice hoarse, like he'd been standing there all afternoon.
I frowned. "What are you doing here, just standing around?"
"Cam, can't you ever forgive me?"
I stayed silent for a moment, then looked at him calmly. "Esmond, when you were cheating on me with Hazel, you mu
