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    She cast a desperate nce at Brook, forcing out through clenched teeth, “Camille certainly has a clever tongue. How amusing.”


    Brook barely acknowledged Corrie beforevishing praise on Camille. “You’re absolutely delightful. Perfect, as always. I told you no one could resist your charm.”


    Camille nestled closer to Brook, affecting shyness. “Oh, darling, save such praise for our private moments. You’re making me blush!”


    Brook’s hand strayed to Camille’s bottom as he leaned in, his tone thick with suggestion. “Very well. I’ll save my appreciation for tonight.”


    Though Corrie’s expression soured, she feigned obliviousness. Nothing would prevent her from joining this dinner—she refused to let Brook slip away, especially today!


    Brook swept into the office with Camille in his arms, their entrancemanding attention like actors taking center stage.


    The office buzzed with whispers about Brook’s new me, leaving Corrie feeling like a withered flower cast aside—nothing more than yesterday’s news.


    Each pointed stare and hushed whisper throughout the day had pierced Corrie’s dignity like daggers, leaving fresh wounds with every passing hour.


    Her heart raced at the sight of Jayden and Elyse arriving together. The implications were crystal clear—if anyone witnessed Camille leaving with them, rumors would spread like wildfire, painting Camille as Brook’s future wife while Corrie would fade into obscurity.


    Pride wounded but survival instincts kicking in, Corrie knew she had no choice but to stick close to them.


    It was her only lifeline to salvage what little dignity remained, a shield against the growing tide of whispers and scorn.


    At the garage, Brook paused, fixing Corrie with a look that could freeze hell itself.


    “We weren’t nning on taking you. There’s no room.”


    “There’s plenty of room in the back,” Corrie countered, her voice tight with barely contained indignation as she gestured toward the car.


    Brook’s lips curled into a sneer. “And you think Elyse wants to sit next to you?”


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    Corrie’s eyes darted to Elyse, who responded with an eye roll dramatic enough for the stage before sliding into the car without uttering a word.


    Jayden followed, the car door closing with a thud that spoke volumes.


    “Honestly, your audacity amazes me,” Brook let out augh that dripped with venom. “Don’t you get it? Jayden and Elyse despise you. If I were you, I’d be too mortified to face them.”


    “Corrie, what you did was cold-blooded,” Camille interjected, her voice honeyed with mock sympathy. “How could you hurt an innocent baby? Just because no man wants to have a baby with you? I’m sorry you can’t have your own, but you can’t just… kill someone else’s baby out of jealousy. It’s truly despicable.”


    Camille punctuated her criticism by curling against Brook like a satisfied cat before sliding into the passenger seat.


    Brook yed the perfect gentleman for Camille, closing her door with flourish while pretending Corrie was nothing more than a shadow on the pavement.


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