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Story: Twice Betrayed
If it wasn’t his hectic work schedule, Camilla needed him for something. Whatever the reason, my dream of seeing the aurora remained unfulfilled.
Nonetheless, it didn’t matter any more. I could handle it myself.
I rented an apartment and, to support myself, opened a small restaurant in the city centre.
There weren’t many customers, but I did get quite a few regulars. Strangely, I had Mason to thank for this.
During those three years of being grateful for Mason’s care, I learnt to cook so that I could be the ideal girlfriend.
From spicy Meridian dishes to zesty Cascade specialities, Eastern Shore seafood, and more, I learnt signature dishes from each culinary tradition.
Despite the fact that my relationship with him had ended, my culinary skills had improved to the point where I could support myself in this foreign land.
After arriving here, I kept myself busy, avoiding news from home. But when the polar night arrived, my restaurant’s operating hours were reduced, forcing me into unwanted leisure.
I opened the news from home with both curiosity and reluctance. Only then did I learn Camilla had divorced Jasper.
Mason leaked the story of Camilla’s hospitalisation to reporters, and they swarmed like flies at the scent of meat.
They started by looking into why Camilla was hospitalised and eventually discovered Jasper’s azoospermia.
The elite’s scandalous affairs have been completely exposed. With their reputation tarnished, the Hayes quickly forced Jasper and Camilla to divorce.
Camilla’s child was conceived during her wedding night reception. The news also stated that Camilla sought Mason’s assistance following her divorce but was turned down.
The article only briefly mentioned it, but I could picture the scene.
Camilla had secured her position in the Blair family through Mason’s assistance and her marriage into the Hayes family.
Yet Hayes has rejected her. Mason, on the other hand, had become increasingly despondent since my departure, having suffered consecutive business defeats.
Without these two men, the Blair heiress, whom Camilla had previously displaced, exacted her revenge.
Camilla was kidnapped and beaten before her shares in the company were seized.
Camilla, who had become an overnight laughingstock, could not accept her fate.
In comparison to the embarrassment she had brought upon the Hayes, her deception of Mason appeared minor. So she went to Mason’s house.
Mason had moved into the new house on the day of the wedding because it was going to be his marital home with me.
Jameson had questioned him about this decision, “You never loved her. Now that she’s gone, isn’t that exactly what you wanted?” Mason tried to object several times, but memories of the past flashed before his eyes, rendering him speechless.
He had destroyed my family, deceived me multiple times because of Camilla, and even spoken harshly to me.
If Mason claimed to love me, no one might believe him. However, in the days since my departure, Mason had nearly lost his will to live.
He would no longer see my smiling face when he opened the door, nor would he taste the meals I had prepared myself.
The flowers in the house had withered, and the swing in the yard was dust-covered. Only our wedding photos remained on display throughout the house, serving as a constant reminder of Mason’s loss.
Mason looked up as Camilla pushed open the door and walked in, his eyes filled with hope that this was the person he had been looking for.
But when he realised it was Camilla, he turned away impatiently. “How did you get in?”
Camilla smiled obsequiously. “All your passwords are my birthday. Of course, I know them.”
Mason was taken aback by what he had heard. He had forgotten that his passwords included Camilla’s birthday.
For years, the number 0717 had been ingrained in his bones, but he had forgotten why.
He suddenly remembered Camilla’s miscarriage and looked at her with piercing eyes.
“That day, you let yourself in too, didn’t you?”
Nonetheless, it didn’t matter any more. I could handle it myself.
I rented an apartment and, to support myself, opened a small restaurant in the city centre.
There weren’t many customers, but I did get quite a few regulars. Strangely, I had Mason to thank for this.
During those three years of being grateful for Mason’s care, I learnt to cook so that I could be the ideal girlfriend.
From spicy Meridian dishes to zesty Cascade specialities, Eastern Shore seafood, and more, I learnt signature dishes from each culinary tradition.
Despite the fact that my relationship with him had ended, my culinary skills had improved to the point where I could support myself in this foreign land.
After arriving here, I kept myself busy, avoiding news from home. But when the polar night arrived, my restaurant’s operating hours were reduced, forcing me into unwanted leisure.
I opened the news from home with both curiosity and reluctance. Only then did I learn Camilla had divorced Jasper.
Mason leaked the story of Camilla’s hospitalisation to reporters, and they swarmed like flies at the scent of meat.
They started by looking into why Camilla was hospitalised and eventually discovered Jasper’s azoospermia.
The elite’s scandalous affairs have been completely exposed. With their reputation tarnished, the Hayes quickly forced Jasper and Camilla to divorce.
Camilla’s child was conceived during her wedding night reception. The news also stated that Camilla sought Mason’s assistance following her divorce but was turned down.
The article only briefly mentioned it, but I could picture the scene.
Camilla had secured her position in the Blair family through Mason’s assistance and her marriage into the Hayes family.
Yet Hayes has rejected her. Mason, on the other hand, had become increasingly despondent since my departure, having suffered consecutive business defeats.
Without these two men, the Blair heiress, whom Camilla had previously displaced, exacted her revenge.
Camilla was kidnapped and beaten before her shares in the company were seized.
Camilla, who had become an overnight laughingstock, could not accept her fate.
In comparison to the embarrassment she had brought upon the Hayes, her deception of Mason appeared minor. So she went to Mason’s house.
Mason had moved into the new house on the day of the wedding because it was going to be his marital home with me.
Jameson had questioned him about this decision, “You never loved her. Now that she’s gone, isn’t that exactly what you wanted?” Mason tried to object several times, but memories of the past flashed before his eyes, rendering him speechless.
He had destroyed my family, deceived me multiple times because of Camilla, and even spoken harshly to me.
If Mason claimed to love me, no one might believe him. However, in the days since my departure, Mason had nearly lost his will to live.
He would no longer see my smiling face when he opened the door, nor would he taste the meals I had prepared myself.
The flowers in the house had withered, and the swing in the yard was dust-covered. Only our wedding photos remained on display throughout the house, serving as a constant reminder of Mason’s loss.
Mason looked up as Camilla pushed open the door and walked in, his eyes filled with hope that this was the person he had been looking for.
But when he realised it was Camilla, he turned away impatiently. “How did you get in?”
Camilla smiled obsequiously. “All your passwords are my birthday. Of course, I know them.”
Mason was taken aback by what he had heard. He had forgotten that his passwords included Camilla’s birthday.
For years, the number 0717 had been ingrained in his bones, but he had forgotten why.
He suddenly remembered Camilla’s miscarriage and looked at her with piercing eyes.
“That day, you let yourself in too, didn’t you?”