Chapter 45 Camille's Revenge

• Roman's POV
• My office's air felt oppressive and heavy. With my hands grasping the armrests so firmly that my knuckles became white, I leaned back in my chair. The image on my phone's screen, Naomi's kind face, Elijah's closeness, and the intimacy of it all burned into my memory.
• With a harsh thud that echoed through the silent room, I slammed my fist upon the desk. This wasn’t just a betrayal—it was a calculated move to dismantle everything I held together. But by whom?