My Wedding Dress Triggered the Fall of a Giant - Chapter 26: Chapter 26
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Camille's POV
“Honey…”
Our son then immediately reached out his arms and ran toward him. “Daddy!”
Kemp froze, like his entire body had turned to stone. He stared in disbelief, muttering, “Your husband? He’s your husband? The heir of the Smith family?”
He let out a cold, disbelieving laugh. “Camille, are you seriously out of your mind? You expect me to believe someone like you married into the Smith family?”
Truman Smith’s icy gaze swept toward him, and Kemp gave a stiff nod of greeting. “Mr. Smith, she’s my ex. After our breakup, she… wasn’t in a great mental state. If she’s offended you—”
Before he could finish, Truman had already stepped forward and pulled me into his arms.
My muddy clothes instantly stained his suit, and my hands, still dirty from digging through trash, left visible marks on his chest.
But he didn’t even flinch. Instead, he tightened his arms around me.
Wendy stood frozen, loosening her hold on my son.
Truman turned to his assistant and instructed, “Take the child.”
Our son looked back at me over the assistant’s shoulder, clearly reluctant to leave, but after catching Truman’s warning glance, he lowered his head with a pout and lay there quietly.
“Mean Daddy,” he mumbled.
Kemp’s hand hovered in midair, then dropped. His face turned as pale as a ghost. “She… she’s really your wife?”
Truman gave him a cold glance. “Is there a problem?”
Kemp staggered back a step, his bloodshot eyes locked on me. “Camille! I searched for you for five years! And you—you married someone else behind my back?! All because of that stupid dollar? I only did that to see if you cared about my money! If you had accepted it, I would've proposed right then! But you just broke up with me, then vanished without a trace!”
At that point, I finally lost my patience. “It’s been years. What’s the point of dragging this up again? Yes, I was poor, but I never once went after your family’s money. You really don’t remember why we broke up? Didn’t Wendy send you that message? Weren’t you so eager to end things? And now you're blaming me for disappearing?”
His expression shifted instantly. “What message? I was never okay with breaking up! I didn’t eat or sleep for three days looking for you!”
I cut him off with a scoff. “Save it. Three days after our breakup, you proposed to Wendy. Did you think I wouldn’t find out?”
He hesitated, then suddenly laughed, like I was being ridiculous. “That was to get you to come back! I thought you’d show up if I pushed you far enough! You really didn’t see through that, you idiot?”
He faked an engagement with his ex just to lure me out?
I shook my head, laughing bitterly. “Forget it. It’s all in the past now. I’ve got a family, and you’re about to get married. Let's just let it go.”
A flicker of pain then passed through Kemp’s eyes. He gave a weak, bitter smile and said, “Camille… I can’t let it go.”
That was when Truman’s cool voice cut in like a knife. “Mr. Stokes, obsessing over another man’s wife isn’t exactly an admirable habit.”
He pulled me closer and, right in front of Kemp, pinched my waist, not too hard, but enough to send a message.
“We’ll settle this tonight,” he murmured.
I winced and shrank back a little.
Great. I knew that tone. He was definitely planning one of his "punishments" later. All thanks to Kemp for stirring up old drama right in front of him.
Truman brushed the messy hair off my forehead, the frustration in his eyes softened by a trace of fondness.
“If our son wanted seashells, you could’ve sent my assistant. And yet, in just a few minutes, you ended up looking like this? Why didn’t you just mention my name? Or are you ashamed of being Mrs. Smith now?”
Then his gaze swept coldly across the entire room, and his tone dropped several degrees.
“Honey…”
Our son then immediately reached out his arms and ran toward him. “Daddy!”
Kemp froze, like his entire body had turned to stone. He stared in disbelief, muttering, “Your husband? He’s your husband? The heir of the Smith family?”
He let out a cold, disbelieving laugh. “Camille, are you seriously out of your mind? You expect me to believe someone like you married into the Smith family?”
Truman Smith’s icy gaze swept toward him, and Kemp gave a stiff nod of greeting. “Mr. Smith, she’s my ex. After our breakup, she… wasn’t in a great mental state. If she’s offended you—”
Before he could finish, Truman had already stepped forward and pulled me into his arms.
My muddy clothes instantly stained his suit, and my hands, still dirty from digging through trash, left visible marks on his chest.
But he didn’t even flinch. Instead, he tightened his arms around me.
Wendy stood frozen, loosening her hold on my son.
Truman turned to his assistant and instructed, “Take the child.”
Our son looked back at me over the assistant’s shoulder, clearly reluctant to leave, but after catching Truman’s warning glance, he lowered his head with a pout and lay there quietly.
“Mean Daddy,” he mumbled.
Kemp’s hand hovered in midair, then dropped. His face turned as pale as a ghost. “She… she’s really your wife?”
Truman gave him a cold glance. “Is there a problem?”
Kemp staggered back a step, his bloodshot eyes locked on me. “Camille! I searched for you for five years! And you—you married someone else behind my back?! All because of that stupid dollar? I only did that to see if you cared about my money! If you had accepted it, I would've proposed right then! But you just broke up with me, then vanished without a trace!”
At that point, I finally lost my patience. “It’s been years. What’s the point of dragging this up again? Yes, I was poor, but I never once went after your family’s money. You really don’t remember why we broke up? Didn’t Wendy send you that message? Weren’t you so eager to end things? And now you're blaming me for disappearing?”
His expression shifted instantly. “What message? I was never okay with breaking up! I didn’t eat or sleep for three days looking for you!”
I cut him off with a scoff. “Save it. Three days after our breakup, you proposed to Wendy. Did you think I wouldn’t find out?”
He hesitated, then suddenly laughed, like I was being ridiculous. “That was to get you to come back! I thought you’d show up if I pushed you far enough! You really didn’t see through that, you idiot?”
He faked an engagement with his ex just to lure me out?
I shook my head, laughing bitterly. “Forget it. It’s all in the past now. I’ve got a family, and you’re about to get married. Let's just let it go.”
A flicker of pain then passed through Kemp’s eyes. He gave a weak, bitter smile and said, “Camille… I can’t let it go.”
That was when Truman’s cool voice cut in like a knife. “Mr. Stokes, obsessing over another man’s wife isn’t exactly an admirable habit.”
He pulled me closer and, right in front of Kemp, pinched my waist, not too hard, but enough to send a message.
“We’ll settle this tonight,” he murmured.
I winced and shrank back a little.
Great. I knew that tone. He was definitely planning one of his "punishments" later. All thanks to Kemp for stirring up old drama right in front of him.
Truman brushed the messy hair off my forehead, the frustration in his eyes softened by a trace of fondness.
“If our son wanted seashells, you could’ve sent my assistant. And yet, in just a few minutes, you ended up looking like this? Why didn’t you just mention my name? Or are you ashamed of being Mrs. Smith now?”
Then his gaze swept coldly across the entire room, and his tone dropped several degrees.
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