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Britain followed suit with a chuckle. "She's gotten accustomed to this lifestyle; we haven't. That's probably her usual process." Britain shrugged her shoulders, cutting Jazzy some slack.

Britain managed to pull a few items from the racks, as did Brea. They gave each other honest opinions about each item they thought was purchase worthy. Most of the time, it was Britain shaking her head at her sister for picking up the most conservative and simple pieces that weren’t worth the expensive amount they were priced for. Despite the place being filled with gorgeous items, the more Britain eyed the price tags, the more she began to feel as though she would be better off taking her money to shop at Zara, but for the sake of not killing a good time, she just went with the flow and figured she should just spend freely now and regret it later. Besides, she was buzzed from the wine she shared with Brea anyway, so there really wasn't any thought in her mind about spending her money responsibly.

As they sorted through the variety of pieces the store had to offer, Britain looked over her shoulder at the sound of the door opening. Her new circumstances called for her to be more alertand attentive to her surroundings. An uneasy feeling settled in the pit of her stomach as her orbs caught sight of none other thanCameron Combs himself. Her orbs seared into him as she eyed his gait into the store. His presence caused her hands to grow clammy, which led to her losing the grip she had on the iced sparkling water that was offered to her while she shopped. The sound of the bottle of sparking water making contact with the floor rang through the ears of the shoppers within the store.

Recognizing her own klutzy behavior, Britain sheepishly crouched down, grabbing the bottle to prevent it from spilling any more of its contents. "Shit," she cursed in a low voice.

Brea noticed the shift in her sister's behavior, so instead of pummeling her with questions about why she suddenly started acting odd, she assisted her with cleaning up the mess she made. Taking the bottle of sparkling water and the damp napkins out of Britain's hands, Brea walked them to the trash so Britain could collect herself. Upon returning to her sister, Brea noticed that Britain had been approached by someone who hoped to start a conversation.

With Cameron now standing directly in front of her, Britain could feel her stomach tie into knots. She could recall the same feeling overcoming her when she ran into him in the wine section at the grocery store. This time around, the reason behind the feeling was different. At the grocery store, she was filled with fear that he had the same power and control over her when she was just getting into the start of something new and fresh with Priest. Now, she just would rather not see Cameron just for the sake of her peace. Running into him caused all the horrible things he had put her through to surface, which fueled her anger.

"What's up, Britain? How you been?" Cameron grinned, showcasing his perfectly aligned teeth.

Britain’s orbs seared into him as she felt her jaws construct lightly. It baffled her how much audacity Cameron had to alwaysapproach her as if they didn't have a troubled past with each other. She could now see past all the jewelry, nice sense of style, and handsome face. Cameron was nothing but a sadistic piece of shit. "I've just been living," Britain stated, shrugging her shoulders dismissively.

"That's good to hear." He smirked with a nod as his eyes surveyed her. He had to admit, she looked great—a few pounds heavier than what he preferred, but great, nonetheless. "I heard about ol' boy you were with. Sorry for your loss."

Britain pursed her lips lightly. She could tell he was basking in the thought of her losing yet another person in her life. He wanted her weak and vulnerable like she was when he found out Dreux passed.

"Is that all?" Britain blinked with a stale look on her face.

"You sure you're alright? Your eyes look empty. You need someone to talk to?" Cameron pressed as if he was genuinely concerned about her feelings.

Britain shocked Cameron with a bout of laughter. She couldn't take him as anything but comical. "I look empty?" she asked as she placed her hand on her chest, clearly offended by the statement.

Brea stood to the side contemplating whether she should intervene. She knew her sister well, so despite the fact that Britain remained calm, Brea could feel the anger radiating off her. Once Brea noticed that Cameron was who Britain was talking to, she understood why her demeanor shifted. He was her abuser who never served any consequences for the years of traumatic shit he put her through. He simply moved on, had a family and left her in shambles while pregnant, only for her to lose the baby she thought would make her whole again. Brea knew it would be okay for her to step in at any moment to give Cameron a piece of her mind, but she opted not to. Britainneeded this moment. This was her time, and Brea wasn't going to take it away from her.

"Britain, calm down. I know it's been hard for you these past couple of weeks with Priest—" Cameron quickly shot in hopes of painting Britain's tone as aggressive.

"Don't say his name," Britain sternly stated as she shook his head. "And you don't know shit about anything going on in my life," she spat.

Cameron's eyes widened as if Britain was crazed. He was playing his classic game of victimizing himself and gaslighting her. To anyone who didn't know the depths of their past, it would have appeared that he had done nothing wrong to offend her. Yet, he had, so her behavior and attitude were warranted. "Britain, I'm only concerned because I care about you." He reached out and placed his hand on Britain's arms as if he were consoling her.

Just as Britain quickly brushed his hand off her, Jazzy and Cyro stepped behind her. It was almost like divine timing. Jazzy managed to step out of the fitting area only to catch Cameron in close contact with Britain. Jazzy never thought for one second she would be running into Cameron today. She especially wasn't expecting him to be trying to speak to Britain. Jazzy had already decided that if she and Cameron were to ever cross paths in public, she would act like she never even knew him. That was really hard to do when it was evident that he was making her soon to be sister-in-law extremely uncomfortable. Questions sparked in her head as she tried to figure out how Cameron was even acquainted with Britain. She would have never expected it.

Upon Cameron's deep brown orbs falling on Jazzy, he felt a dryness surface in his mouth. A stunned look masked his face as he eyed her. In hopes of not showing how nervous he was to be in her presence at the moment, he quickly corrected the look on his face. He didn't want her finding out about his marriage. Thatwas a firm stipulation Jazzy had set in place before they had even furthered their situation into a sexual one. She made it clear that she wouldn't be dealing with a scorned wife or any live-in girlfriend who had fallen in love with a serial cheater.

"We got a problem?" Cyro's baritone voice bellowed, providing Britain with instant ease. Cyro maneuvered himself directly between Britain and Cameron, preventing him from having any contact with her.

"That's what I'm trying to figure out." Jazzy’s orbs shifted between Britain and Cameron. "You two know each other?" She folded her arms across her chest, awaiting an explanation.

"It's nothing," Britain denied, attempting to wave the situation off. She didn't want to draw any unwanted attention or give Cameron the satisfaction of making a scene.

Brea stepped toward Britain with a shake of her head. "Get however you feel off your chest, Brit. Stop dismissing how you feel for the sake of trying to keep the peace all the time," she encouraged her sister. Brea was sure if Cyro wasn't hovering over Cameron at his staggering six-foot-seven height on the verge of hurting him, Britain would have let Cameron have it like she planned to do if they ever crossed paths again.

"Look, my fault. It was just a misunderstanding. Just was catching up with her. That's all." Cameron raised his hands slightly as if he were throwing in the white flag in surrender.

Britain eyed her sister briefly before diverting her attention to Cameron. She shook her head, disgusted by the sight of him. "No, you weren't just catching up. You came over here thinking you were going to belittle me and make me feel vulnerable so you could resurface all the trauma and bullshit you put me through years ago. I've been dying to let you know that I'm no longer the naive and vulnerable Britain you abused mentally, emotionally and physically. I’m actually glad we're in this moment so I can let you know that you are a sick and disgusting piece of shit,Cameron. You prey on vulnerable women at their lowest times just to build them up and destroy them so you can have them under your control at your convenience. Despite the fact that you abandoned me while I was pregnant, got married, and then named your daughter the same name I gave my daughter who passed, I still hope your wife and daughter don't fall victim to all the karma you have coming your way," Britain said in the calmest voice she could muster.

She had overcome all the anger and the violent thoughts she accumulated in her mind over the years. She was at peace now, and she felt like everything she got off her chest was a bigger blow to the stomach to Cameron than her trying to sabotage his life or hurt him physically. This was proof and clear indication that she was over him, something he thought he would never see.

Jazzy stood aside, watching everything unfold. She felt her jaw tighten as her orbs drifted down to Cameron's left hand where, to her surprise, a wedding band decorated his ring finger. He had portrayed himself as a bachelor who had no wife or a kid, yet Britain had a whole different story to tell. Feeling as though she had fallen victim to the disgusting and degrading mind games Cameron liked to play, Jazzy was ready to cause hell for him. A bitter chuckle eased out of Jazzy as her eyes seared into him. There was simply no way for Cameron to manipulate the situation in his favor. Britain had fucked up everything he had in motion when it came to fucking with Jazzlyn.

He didn't utter another word. He couldn't really find it within him to care about anything Britain said besides the fact that she had just outed him about having a wife and a child. His attention gravitated toward Jazzy, who was giving him a menacing look. It was obvious that she had noticed the wedding band perched on his finger.

Feeling as though she had just alleviated herself from a heavy burden, Britain let out a breath of relief. "I'm done here," she announced as she sat down all the items she had collected to purchase. She didn't want to be in the vicinity of Cameron for any longer.

Cyro escorted Britain out of the store with Brea alongside her. Jazzy remained in her spot, continuing to give Cameron a menacing glare. "You don't know who the fuck I am or what the fuck I'm capable of." Jazzy shook head at him with a smirk now canvassing her face."All that karma shit she just mentioned…" she went on to say, referring to what Britain said to him just a brief moment ago. Jazzy took a step closer, minimizing the space between them to keep what she was about to say out of the earshot of others. "I'm your karma,"she concluded with a promising tone before exiting the store.