She grabbed my hands, weeping loudly as she looked up at me with pleading eyes. "I promise to love you forever, Vincent. I only want to be a good wife to you."
As she was wailing and promising to love me, the doors swung open with a loud, resounding thud.
Rachel and Levi walked into the room together, their expressions completely stern and immovable. They did not look like visitors; they looked like prosecutors entering a courtroom. Levi carried a thick leather folder under his arm, while Rachel held a certified legal printout flat in her right hand. They had undeniable physical proof with them about Camilla's crimes.
Camilla stopped crying instantly, her face turning pale as she stood up from the floor and backed away toward the fireplace. "What is the meaning of this? Vincent, tell yo
