CAMELLA'S POV:-

　　Yet another night, I spent without my husband in bed with me. After everything, he decided to go back to that whore instead of coming back to me. I turned my head towards the wall clock. As the clock ticked 3 am in the morning, I gritted my teen in anger.

　　I stood up from the couch I was on. I went towards the closet and grabbed the hooded cape I had bought for times like these. I sprayed some lavender essences on my clothes to hide my scent. Then ...