Love the Second Time Around

Chapter 105

Chapter 105 The Last Time

I kept quiet, so Camille kept her act up. “Please, it’s not her fault. If it’s anyone’s fault, it’s mine. She was Dom’s girlfriend, after all.”

“See, Camille, you’re too kind for your own good. You think she’s your friend, but she doesn’t see you the same way. I know. I saw how she treated you.”

I rolled my eyes in exasperation. Another gullible soul. And here I thought she’s as smart as she looks. Camille didn’t have an ounce of kindness in her. Her soul was nothing but a wicked cesspool.

“She’s not that kind of person. We used to be great friends.” Upstodatee from Novel(D)ra/m/a.O(r)g

“Alright, enough. Stand back.”

The woman pulled Camille back and shot me a nasty look. “I know you’re Dom’s ex, but that’s all you are now. His ex. Don’t even get any ideas about him, and stay away from Camille. We don’t welcome women like you here.”

Women like me? Wow, you jumped the gun before you even got to know me. Camille’s a fake b*tch, but anyone could see through her if they tried hard enough. This woman’s just stupid. Yeah, not my problem even if she was a moron. It’s not like I’d run into her anyway.

Ah, but I had to explain myself. No, not because I was trying to get in her good books. Not gonna make her head bigger than it already was. “Um, ma’am, don’t get ahead of yourself. Your son isn’t as popular

as you think he is. It’s not like he’s the king of the world, you know.

“You ladies should get him off my back ASAP instead of hounding me around. Now that he has a fiancée, I suggest they get married as soon as possible. And tell him to stop harassing me. I don’t want to get in trouble for his mistakes.”

I still liked him, but since we had gotten to this point, it was impossible for us to date anymore. If he were to marry Camille, I could finally give up on him too, so win-win. Yeah, heartbreak and bitterness would be the price to pay, but it was a reasonable price.

I mean, the guy was just one fish in the ocean. Now that someone had angled him, I could move on to the next fish.

“Looks like someone really wants to attend my wedding, huh?”

I froze up and turned around ever so slowly, while Camille darted to Dominic’s side. “Hey, you shouldn’t be getting around.” She held his arm. “You’re still not off the IV infusion yet.”

The old hag went up to him, ignoring me. “What are you doing?” she chided. “You’re still sick! You shouldn’t have come out, not when you’re only wearing a shirt.”

“It is getting chilly. Camille, take mom to my ward and grab my jacket for me.”

Whoa, so that old lady really was Dominic’s mom. Hmm, guess I really crossed her when I insulted her son.

She was still fussing over her son though, worried that he might catch something if he kept walking around sick. “No. Go to your ward and rest up. You’re not going anywhere until you’re all healed.”

“Camille,” Dominic called her again.

Camille followed his every beck and call, so she was about to take his mother away, but the old lady glared at me. “I know where his ward is.” She went to Dominic’s ward. “Stay with Dom, Camille. Keep an eye on him.”

She gave me another look. Honestly, what was she thinking? I wouldn’t do anything to her son. I clicked my tongue, feeling vexed about the matter.

The guy might be sick, but he was still strong. I couldn’t do anything to him even if I wanted to.

After his mother had left, Dominic and Camille came up to me. He was looking thinner than the last time I saw him since his shirt was already getting oversized.

And he was looking sickly pale, so I instinctively walked up to him. In case he were to fall, I could grab him in time, but when I met his gaze, a chill ran down my spine, and the temperature around me dropped by a few centigrade.

“So, you want to attend my wedding?” he asked.

The question caught me by surprise, so I froze up, while Camille looked at me nervously, waiting for my answer.

“Even if I say no, would that stop you from marrying your fiancée?”

Dominic gazed at me. “Are you going to attend or not?” He was still insistent.

Crap, I told myself to give up on him, but for some reason, my heart was starting to pound. What’s he getting at? Would he cancel the wedding if I say no? ”I… Hey, if you guys want to get hitched, get hitched. I don’t get to call the shots here.”

I put a calm façade on, but I was pinching my thigh behind him, forcing myself to stay cool. I was terribly hurt five years ago, but he still wouldn’t let me go after our reunion. Even after five years, he was still

playing me like a fool.

Fool me once, shame on you; fool me twice, shame on me. I wasn’t gonna let him bully me again, so I wouldn’t play along anymore.

Dominic looked disappointed after hearing my answer, much to my surprise. I wanted to take a closer look, but that look of disappointment was already gone.

He smirked at me. “Of course you don’t get to call the shots here. Glad you know where you stand,” he said hoarsely. “But since you want to attend my wedding, I’ll send you an RSVP. We hope to see you there.”

I clenched my fists tightly, trying my best to stay calm. “Sure. I’m happy for you two.”

Dominic stared at me intently, then he raised his voice, “You heard her, Camille. Don’t forget to send her an RSVP.”

Camille was obviously overjoyed. “I’m glad you’re attending our wedding, Liliana,” she gushed. “I’ll be giving you the RSVP the first chance I get.”

I could feel my heart shattering into a million pieces, then Dominic’s mother came back with his jacket. “Alright, that’s enough.” She draped the jacket on him. “Let’s go back now.”

I stood rooted to my spot and saw them off, feeling hurt because of how happy they looked together. Why am I feeling sad? This is exactly what I want. Now that they’re happily hitched, nobody’s stopping me from getting another fish.

I sniffled and turned back to the elevator. My reflection was staring back at me, then I realized I was tearing up. Liliana, you’re an idiot. I wiped the tears off my face, but I couldn’t stop the sobs.