Married By Mistake novel Chapter 15

LUNA

I don’t know how long I’ve been staring at Camille. It's like I'm still dreaming. My heart is pounding.

"Camille .."

"One and only." She said with a smile. She pushed the gate so she could get inside. She surveyed the whole house.

She looked at me. "Where's Dylan?"

I cleared my throat. "He's in the office."

She looked at me carefully. I look at her too. "Good. I want to talk to you, Luna."

I got stiffed at what she said. I cleared my throat because her voice was serious. Is this what I'm afraid of? I closed the gate and led her into the house. She immediately sat down on the sofa and removed the scarf around her neck.

"It's still hot in the Philippines." She sighed. I arranged the rose Dylan had given me in the vase, Camille's gaze went there. "He's so sweet, isn't he?"

"Yeah. We're trying to work things out." I say seriously.

"I'm happy for you. I made the right decision."

"What did you just say?" I looked at her in disgust. How did it turn out right? If only she knew the suffering I was going through.

"Luna."

"How can you say that, Camille ?! You betrayed me! You set me up!" I said angrily when I faced her. "If you didn't want to marry Dylan in the first place, I hope you just ran! I wish you didn’t put me in this situation! How dare you do this to me! I'm your sister."

"It doesn't matter! Are you happy now? Aren't you happy that I gave him to you?"

"Before I felt the pleasure, I suffered a strange hardship at his hand. He manhandled me so many times! I cried every night! He fuck all his bitches in this fucking house and he doesn't care if I hear it! Do you hear me, Camille? He didn't care about me! "

Camille looked stunned after she heard me burst out. "He... Does he manhandle you? But Dylan isn't like that, he's sweet, caring, and a gentleman—"

"You left him, Camille. He loves you dearly. He's wasted! He became a beast the moment you left him dumbfounded at your wedding's reception. He was so mad at me. He blamed me because he thought I was the one who motivated you to leave him. "

Her expression softened. "Luna."

"And now that everything is okay, he accepts that I am his wife, you come back. You will confuse him. You will take what makes me happy again. Camille, you're so unfair." My voice trembled.

She shook her head. She held my hands. "No. I won't steal him from you, Luna. When I left him, I turned my back on how I felt about him."

"Bullshit! Why did you leave him?"

"I-I was choked by his love. I wanted freedom but I can't because I'm tied to his contract with Papa. I never intended to set you up, but I was desperate that time. I'm sorry, Luna."

"You are a selfish bitch!" I said angrily.

She took a deep breath. "Yeah. I'm a selfish bitch. I'm sorry I hurt you, Luna. I just wanted you to be happy so I did that thing."

"Please get out," I say emphatically.

She gasped. "Luna, don't do this to me."

"Damn it, Camille! Get out!" I shouted.

Her eyes turned red and her tears dripped. "Luna, don't you miss me?"

"N-No. I don't want to see your face at the moment." I missed her. I missed my sister and best friend but what can I do? I also need to get angry. If I don't get angry, she won't grow old, and she might do it again.

She's crying. "I'm sorry, Luna. It's all my fault. I sacrificed you for my freedom. I'm a terrible human being. I don't deserve you as my sister. I thought if I tied Dylan to you, you will be happy. I know you suffered a lot at Papa's hands. But, I was blinded with a desperation so I didn't even think about the 'what ifs'. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. "

"Camille."

"I went to Italy to hide from you. Because I don't know what other face I'll put on you after what I did. I'm so ashamed of you."

I hugged her. Her body was shaking. Her eyes blurred with tears. I felt the pang of pity.

"There, there." I comfort her.

I really can’t afford to be mad at her for too long. She apologized already. It's okay for me to hear that she is very sorry for what she did.

I walked away and ran to the kitchen. I fetched water but I stopped when my phone rang. I took it out of my pocket and immediately answered when I saw that Dylan was the caller.

"Dylan," I said hoarsely.

"Shit. Atlas, you answered my call. You got me worried." He says worriedly.

"Dylan, I'm not going there anymore," I say weakly.

He did not spill for a few seconds. "You're voice is different. What happened? Where are you?"