Camilla's POV
"No," I immediately refused "No, you can't do this."
My voice came out higher than I wanted it to. I pressed my hands flat against the kitchen counter and looked at him. Was he really treating me this way in front of Rachel? It’s bad enough that she stole my dinner but witnessing him dump him was cruel.
It was almost as if they had planned this before coming.
"Vincent, no. Please listen to me.” I pleaded with him, desperate to save whatever we have. “Remember this was nothing to us when we dated.” I said. "We can go back to the way we used to be, I am sure you remember before either of us got married. We can just—"
"Camilla." Vincent's voice was quiet and tired. "God, what are you saying? Two days ago, I took advantage of you, you had a panic attack at my near presence.”
