Camilla's POV
"What do you mean?" I started tearing up, trying so hard to contain my tears.
"I'm going to be too occupied to manage the arrangement properly," Vincent said. He was already moving toward the sink with his cup, done with the conversation before it had started. "You'll have more privacy at home, where you would have your space."
"I don't want more space." I whined.
"Camilla,” he snapped, staring at me with a glare.
"I'm not ready to leave," I said. "There are things I still need to sort out."
He turned and looked at me. "I have plans. I'm going to be meeting people. I don't want there to be confusion about who I am with."
I understood exactly what he meant. He didn't say Rachel's name but he didn't need to. But I was angry that he was planning on meeting people when I w
