Henry pov...
Last night was the worst night of my life.
I had Camilla all to myself. I danced with her. I held her. Her hand was in mine. Her body was close. For one song, she was mine.
And I let her go.
I let her slip through my palms. I watched her run up the stairs. I did not follow. I watched Lucian drag her through the crowd like she was nothing. I watched people grab her, film her, call her names. I watched her cry.
I did nothing.
I am a fool.
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Did you think that was all?
Amelia.
When Lucian was gone with my love—with Camilla—Amelia left too. Not out the door. Not home. To him.
Her ex-husband.
He was there. At the gala. In a suit that cost more than my car. He walked up to her like he owned her. Like he had never stopped owning her.
"You look beautiful, Amelia. Can I steal you?"
I tried to protest. I opened my mouth. No sound came.
She looked at me. Just for a second. Then she took his hand. She walked away.
Later, I saw them kiss.
