Chapter 468

Chapter 468:

“Hey, beautiful,” his voice was warm, loving, exactly the same as always. “Sorry I’m early. The meeting ended sooner than expected.”

Camille turned to face him, fighting to keep her expression neutral. Looking at him now felt like staring at a stranger. How had she never seen it? The calculation behind his smiles? The way his eyes sometimes went cold when he thought she wasn’t watching?

“No problem,” she managed. “I just grabbed the reports. Ready for tomorrow?”

He crossed the room and kissed her forehead, the same gentle gesture he’d done a thousand times before. It felt like poison against her skin.

“You’re the best,” he murmured. “I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

The words that once would have made her heart flutter now made her want to vomit. She knew exactly what he’d do without her. He’d find another way to get to Victoria. Another tool to use for his revenge.

That evening, they had dinner like always. Alexander told her about his meeting, asked about her day, refilled her wine glass when it emptied. The perfect husband, performing the perfect role.

Camille played her part too. She smiled at his jokes, asked questions about his projects, let him hold her hand across the table. Inside, she felt like she was drowning.

When they went to bed, Alexander pulled her close like he always did. His arms around her waist, his breath warm against her neck. She lay perfectly still, letting him think she was asleep, while her mind raced through everything she’d discovered.

Every kiss had been a lie. Every “I love you” had been strategy. Every moment of intimacy had been him gathering intelligence, gaining her trust, positioning himself to destroy everything she cared about.

Around midnight, Alexander’s phone buzzed. He slipped out of bed carefully, thinking she was asleep, and walked to the bathroom.

“Everything proceeding as planned,” she heard him whisper. “She suspects nothing.”

Camille bit her pillow to keep from making a sound. Tears streamed down her face as the final piece of her heart broke apart.

“The next phase starts tomorrow. Kane Industries won’t know what hit them.” There was a pause as the person on the other end spoke.

“No, Camille still trusts me completely. She’d never believe Victoria could be capable of what we know she did. She’s too loyal, too naive. It makes her perfect for our purposes.”

Naive. The word cut deeper than any knife.

“Yes, I understand the timeline. Richard’s death will be avenged. Victoria Kane will lose everything, just like Uncle Richard did. And when it’s over, Camille will finally see what kind of monster raised her.”

Alexander’s voice carried a cold satisfaction that made Camille’s skin crawl. This wasn’t just about business or justice. This was about destroying her entire world, piece by piece, using her own love as the weapon.

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