"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

　　Blake stood in the shadow of a towering hibiscus, its blooms a vibrant contrast to the turmoil churning inside him. With each passerby that glanced at the boutique's window, he edged closer, his fingers drumming against the small velvet box in his pocket.


　　"Come on, Blake," he muttered to himself, steeling his nerves. "It's now or never."


　　He pushed open the door to the quaint shop, its bell chiming a greeting that seemed far too cheerful for the task at hand. The florist, a matronly woman with kind eyes, looked up from her arrangement of roses.


　　"Back again, Mr. Ward? Your usual, I presume?"


　　"Yes, but this time, make it... special." His voice betrayed none of the desperation he felt.


　　"Special how?" She tilted her head, curiosity lighting up her features.


　　"Camellias," he said abruptly. "White ones. They symbolize adoration... and an apology." He hoped Camila would understand the unspoken message.


CHAPTER 59 It's Now Or Never