"I didn't mean to steal your fiancé!" Layla choked out through her tears. "I just couldn't help falling in love with him. I've always been so envious of you, Camila!"
Camila's gaze flickered between them, her heart pounding a relentless rhythm against her chest.
"Envious?" Camila finally spat out, her voice sharp with incredulity. "Envious of what, Layla? My life falling apart?"
"Yes, envious!" Layla sobbed, her voice breaking. "You've always had everything—the perfect family, the perfect life. And I have nothing." Her chin quivered as she struggled to maintain her composure.
"Nothing?" Camila's laugh was hollow, bitter. "You call taking my fiancé 'nothing'?"

***
When Camila returned home, filled with excitement to surprise her fiancé Blake, she was devastated to find him in bed with her stepsister Layla. This betrayal shattered her heart completely.
But the betrayal didn't stop there. Layla had also stolen Camila's meticulously designed jewelry pieces, using them to advance her own career dramatically. Even Camila's father and stepmother openly sided with Layla, pushing Camila into unprecedented isolation.
However, Camila was not broken by these blows. Determined to fight back, she began plotting her revenge with the help of Travis Turner, a business tycoon.
On this path of revenge, filled with emotional entanglements and family power struggles, Camila leverages her talent and resolve to the fullest. Yet, on the brink of justice and vengeance, who will emerge as the true victor?

Second Chance? Never Again

　　Camila's paintbrush hovered in midair, the bristles quivering with anticipation above the canvas. The studio around her was quiet, save for the gentle tap of rain against the windowpane- a symphony to muse by. With a sudden, decisive flick of her wrist, she set the brush down and stepped back, eyes narrowing at the half-formed figures that danced across her work.


　　"Ugh, no. This isn't it," she muttered, the frustration evident in her voice. She reached for a rag, dabbing at the smeared colors. But as she started to wipe the canvas clean, her hand froze. A memory unfurled in her mind like the delicate wings of a butterfly, and her heart clenched.


　　"Mom..." The word was a whisper, a sacred invocation that filled the empty spaces around her.


CHAPTER 46 Maternal Love