Fiancé Cheated... So I Took His Rival’s Deal - Chapter 20: Chapter 20

The next morning, Camila's phone buzzed with a message from Johnathon—he'd worked his magic with the landlord, securing her an apartment at a steal. They arranged to meet at 4 PM after her music class.
She rushed to share the news with Jasmin, who squinted skeptically. "This whole thing reeks of a scam. A dirt-cheap place magically appears right when you need it? And the landlord's conveniently jetting off? Too damn fishy."
Camila hesitated. "No way. Dr. Hemming's legit."
Jasmin nudged her shoulder. "Screw it, I'm taking off early to scope this place out. Gotta see what this 'Dr. Hemming' is packing."
Camila smirked. "Your penny-pinching boss gonna let you slide?"
"Worst case, I'll pull the migraine card," Jasmin shrugged.
"Fine. Apartment first, dinner after."
"Deal. Time to brainstorm my Oscar-worthy performance."
"Break a leg."
The day blurred by. As Camila stepped out of the studio, she texted Johnathon. His reply popped up instantly:
[Waiting at the complex gate.]
She glanced around—no Jasmin. A call revealed her friend's dramatic groan: "Cami, I'm dying over here."
Camila's pulse spiked. "What happened?!"
"My uterus just declared war. Ended up in the ER—cramps like a vice grip. Probably all that iced coffee I chugged."
"Which hospital? I'm coming—"
"Relax, I'm fine. But get this: My boss had to drive me. Mortifying."
Camila blinked. "How—?"
"I bled through my pants like some horror movie scene. He pointed it out in front of everyone." Jasmin's voice dropped to a whisper. "I wanted to vanish into the floor."
Camila snorted. "Yeah, that'd do it."
"Laugh it up," Jasmin grumbled. "Just go check the apartment. If anything seems sketchy, bail."
At Youkingh Bay, Johnathon stood by the security booth, his crisp white shirt glowing in the sunset. Head bowed over his phone, his sharp profile looked like something out of a Renaissance painting.
Then he glanced up—caught her staring.
Camila's cheeks burned. "Hey! You, uh, didn't wait long?"
"Just arrived." His voice was smooth as bourbon.
Flustered, she blurted, "This location's perfect—eight-minute walk to work."
Johnathon guided her inside. "Ten-minute drive to Emberwick Medical too. Groceries, subway—all right here."
Her eyes lit up. "Even better for my treatments."
His lips quirked. "If our schedules align, you could hitch a ride with me."
"Wait—" She froze. "You live here?"
He dipped his chin, shadows masking his expression. "Same landlord. Guess we're neighbors now."
"No way," she breathed.
"Landlord mentioned needing a tenant right when I saw your tweet." His pause was deliberate. "Felt like fate."
"Total kismet," she agreed. "I'm taking this place."
As they walked, Camila drank in the lush greenery and luxury amenities. She'd Googled the prices last night—two million minimum. No way her violin gigs could ever afford this.
In the elevator, she turned to him. "Seriously, thank you. This is unreal."
The fluorescent light carved angles across his face as he murmured, "Happy to help."
"You're seriously the kindest person I know."
"Kind?" Johnathon chuckled darkly. "That's a first."
Camila grinned. "Well, thanks anyway."
"You say that a lot."
She paused. "Huh. Guess I owe you that dinner, huh?"
Johnathon's gaze held hers a beat too long. "Looking forward to it."