CAMILLE

A month passed, and yet I still felt the sting from the stiffing blow James descended on me once we were behind doors at George's party.

I didn't expect any less from him. From the moment he found out the identity of my child's baby I had only come to realize that the man I knew all my life was only a mask of who he truly was – a masked lion.

I had returned to New York that same evening even against his own wish, and I surprised myself too with the courage I showcased. I wanted to ...