My Wedding Dress Triggered the Fall of a Giant - Chapter 30: Chapter 30
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Camille's POV
Online sleuths quickly dug deeper, uncovering more dirt on Wendy. Turned out, while she was studying abroad, she’d been involved in an inappropriate relationship with one of her professors and only returned to the country after they broke up.
After all that, I thought the drama was finally over as my life was slowly returning to normal, back to work, back to peace.
That was until one evening, just as I stepped out of the hospital gates, I saw Kemp standing there.
He was holding a wooden box filled with seashells, each one catching the soft glow of the setting sun.
His eyes were red, and his hands trembled as he pulled one out and held it toward me.
“Camille,” he said hoarsely, “I never threw them away. I kept every single one.”
He forced a small smile and continued, “Just like before, I give you a shell, and you smile at me. Can you do that one more time?”
Despite that, I didn’t stop. I just walked past him without a word.
“Camille!” he shouted after me, voice breaking. “I can’t live without you. Please, forgive me. We were in love, and we still are, I know it!”
Tears rolled down his cheeks and landed on the shells. He clumsily tried to wipe them away, looking once again like that lonely, brooding boy on the beach all those years ago.
But some things, once lost, never return, just like seashells left behind by the tide.
I let out a soft sigh. “Kemp, throw those shells away. We’ve both grown up. We don’t need them anymore.”
He shook his head, tears pouring down, his throat moving like he wanted to speak, but no words came out.
For the first time in five years, I looked at him calmly. “The girl who loved you died in that dark alley a long time ago. And every time I see you, I hear those thugs laughing, reliving that nightmare.”
I paused, then added, “Your child must be four by now. Wendy’s in jail. That little one needs a father. Don’t waste your time on me anymore.”
His eyes widened in shock, and he stumbled back a few steps, nearly collapsing.
“Thugs? A child?” he echoed, puzzled.
Yet, I didn’t explain. Instead, I turned and got into the car Truman had sent to pick me up.
He’d always wanted to know what Wendy sent me that day, hadn’t he?
Well, it was a video.
In it, Wendy smiled sweetly and told him she was pregnant. Kemp had looked ecstatic, spinning her in circles as he shouted, “I’m going to be a dad!”
Judging by the timeline, that child would be over four years old now.
After that encounter, Kemp never came looking for me again.
Not long after, news quietly spread online that the Stokes Corporation had gone bankrupt.
After Truman publicly cut all ties with them, other suppliers followed suit, and their supply chain collapsed almost overnight.
Alongside the bankruptcy headlines came reports that Kemp had gone missing.
Some witnesses claimed they saw him alone on the beach, laughing and crying like he’d lost his mind. After that, no one saw him again.
A week later, I received an anonymous letter.
The handwriting was unmistakable. It was from Kemp.
[Dear Camille,
By the time you read this, I’ll probably be gone.
This is the only way I can bring our story to an end.
Don’t feel guilty. You already saved me once. I was the one who let you go.
Wendy and I never had a child.
That video was staged. She told me the company’s annual party needed entertainment and asked me to play along.]
I read the letter quietly.
Then, with no emotion, I folded the page into a little paper boat and placed it gently into the sea.
“Kemp, I don’t love you anymore, but I don’t hate you either. I hope your next life comes with no regrets.”
Online sleuths quickly dug deeper, uncovering more dirt on Wendy. Turned out, while she was studying abroad, she’d been involved in an inappropriate relationship with one of her professors and only returned to the country after they broke up.
After all that, I thought the drama was finally over as my life was slowly returning to normal, back to work, back to peace.
That was until one evening, just as I stepped out of the hospital gates, I saw Kemp standing there.
He was holding a wooden box filled with seashells, each one catching the soft glow of the setting sun.
His eyes were red, and his hands trembled as he pulled one out and held it toward me.
“Camille,” he said hoarsely, “I never threw them away. I kept every single one.”
He forced a small smile and continued, “Just like before, I give you a shell, and you smile at me. Can you do that one more time?”
Despite that, I didn’t stop. I just walked past him without a word.
“Camille!” he shouted after me, voice breaking. “I can’t live without you. Please, forgive me. We were in love, and we still are, I know it!”
Tears rolled down his cheeks and landed on the shells. He clumsily tried to wipe them away, looking once again like that lonely, brooding boy on the beach all those years ago.
But some things, once lost, never return, just like seashells left behind by the tide.
I let out a soft sigh. “Kemp, throw those shells away. We’ve both grown up. We don’t need them anymore.”
He shook his head, tears pouring down, his throat moving like he wanted to speak, but no words came out.
For the first time in five years, I looked at him calmly. “The girl who loved you died in that dark alley a long time ago. And every time I see you, I hear those thugs laughing, reliving that nightmare.”
I paused, then added, “Your child must be four by now. Wendy’s in jail. That little one needs a father. Don’t waste your time on me anymore.”
His eyes widened in shock, and he stumbled back a few steps, nearly collapsing.
“Thugs? A child?” he echoed, puzzled.
Yet, I didn’t explain. Instead, I turned and got into the car Truman had sent to pick me up.
He’d always wanted to know what Wendy sent me that day, hadn’t he?
Well, it was a video.
In it, Wendy smiled sweetly and told him she was pregnant. Kemp had looked ecstatic, spinning her in circles as he shouted, “I’m going to be a dad!”
Judging by the timeline, that child would be over four years old now.
After that encounter, Kemp never came looking for me again.
Not long after, news quietly spread online that the Stokes Corporation had gone bankrupt.
After Truman publicly cut all ties with them, other suppliers followed suit, and their supply chain collapsed almost overnight.
Alongside the bankruptcy headlines came reports that Kemp had gone missing.
Some witnesses claimed they saw him alone on the beach, laughing and crying like he’d lost his mind. After that, no one saw him again.
A week later, I received an anonymous letter.
The handwriting was unmistakable. It was from Kemp.
[Dear Camille,
By the time you read this, I’ll probably be gone.
This is the only way I can bring our story to an end.
Don’t feel guilty. You already saved me once. I was the one who let you go.
Wendy and I never had a child.
That video was staged. She told me the company’s annual party needed entertainment and asked me to play along.]
I read the letter quietly.
Then, with no emotion, I folded the page into a little paper boat and placed it gently into the sea.
“Kemp, I don’t love you anymore, but I don’t hate you either. I hope your next life comes with no regrets.”
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