Mistaken Marriage, Unexpected Love

Chapter 13

“Forget it,” he said through gritted teeth. “Il care about your happiness, so I'll let it slide just this once.”

Isaac’s gaze turned pensive as he studied Forrest. Then he shut the car door and gestured to Willie.

“Drive.”

Willie started the car, and the car slowly cruised into the highway. Forrest was still on edge. He felt obligated to do something for Camila, anything to make things better for her

He turned just in time to see her exit the building. “Mila,” he called out to her.

“lm heading home.” Camila smiled.

“Mila... | just want to say that | will do my best to find your mother a suitable heart donor. I'll make sure she gets her surgery as soon as possible.”

The thought of her ailing mother made Camila’s heart ache. She tried not to let it show, but the tremor in her voice betrayed her. “Really?” A heart donor was one of the most difficult organ donors to find.

Not only were they rare, but there was never a guarantee that the organ would be compatible with the patient's body. Most died from failing to get a transplant.

“Thank you, Forrest,” Camila whispered, her eyes filling with tears. She didn’t know how else to convey her sincere appreciation for him “You're welcome. Don’t take it to heart, we are friends. This is what friends do.” Forrest's emotions were all over the place. If it hadn’t been for Isaac, Camila would be one step closer to her goals. And although he wanted to support Isaac in his pursuit of Debora, Forrest hated the fact it was at Camila’s expense.Têxt © NôvelDrama.Org.

“Let me drive you home.”

“No, no, it’s all right,” Camila said in a hurry. “I’m fine, really.” She wasn’t going to the Haynes residence, after all. She couldn't let Forrest know that she was already married. She couldn't let anyone know.

Luckily, Forrest didn’t insist. The pair exchanged goodbyes, and Camila took a taxi back to the villa she shared with Isaac.

If there was any consolation to be had, it would be the knowledge that her new husband didn’t care to go home to her. It brought Camila immense relief. Glenda greeted her at the door. She was glad to see that Camila wasn’t as uptight as when she had first moved in. “You look happy,” the housekeeper remarked kindly. “Did something good happen?”

Camila was bent over, changing her shoes. “It's nothing Glenda. | just realized | Like living with you, just the two of us.”

Glenda didn’t reply.

“Are you saying that my presence is not needed?” That voice...

Camila jerked her head up to find the man standing in the middle of the living room. If she hadn’t seen him on the news, she would have never recognized her own husband.

He looked as cold and distant as he always did in the photos, only his eyes seemed to hold a considerable amount of disdain. Camila wasn’t expecting him to be here.

“You... You’re home? Why?”