The silence in the room was deafening.
Isabel looked like she wanted to scream. Her hands curled into tight fists at her sides. Her entire plan had just been destroyed right in front of her eyes.
Camilla stood frozen by the wall. Her brain completely stopped working for a few seconds. She stared at the tiny pieces of white paper resting on his blankets. That was her ticket. That was her freedom. And he had just ripped it into trash.
"You..." Camilla thought to herself. Her internal voice was no longer happy. It was shaking with pure, unadulterated rage and deep despair.
"You do not even like me!" Camilla screamed inside her head. The mental shout was so loud that Damon actually flinched slightly. "You hate me! You wanted this divorce yesterday! Why aren't you following the plot? This is not how the story is supposed to go! You are supposed to throw the money at my face and tell me to get out!"
