"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

　　The crisp evening air bit at Camila's cheeks as she and Travis stepped out of the bustling establishment into the quiet of the night. Around them, the city hummed a subdued lullaby, streetlights casting long shadows on the pavement. They turned to each other, mouths opening in unison before falling into an awkward silence.


　　"Sorry, you go-" they both started, halting at the same moment.


　　With a small chuckle, Travis extended his hand in a gentlemanly gesture. "After you, Camila."


　　"Thanks," she said, tucking a strand of her dark hair behind her ear. Her eyes, pools of thoughtful brown, lingered on his face for a moment. "I mean, for back there. But...what brought you here tonight? It's not exactly your scene."


　　Travis's heart quickened. He could tell her the truth, that he had followed her to see where she went and felt an irresistible pull to be near her. Instead, he masked his intentions with a casual shrug. "Just my lucky evening, I suppose."


CHAPTER 65 Birthday