"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 murmurs of the crowd crescendoed into a cacophony as confusion swept through the grand hall like a tempest. Camila, her dark hair framing her face glanced around at the ruffled attendees, their patience wearing thin.


　　"Please, everyone!" an event staff member called out, his voice straining to be heard over the din. "We ask for your understanding as we ensure the integrity of this competition. Every entry will undergo a thorough second review."


　　Camila clenched her jaw, her eyes reflecting the flicker of uncertainty that danced across the faces of the audience. Tension clung to the air, thick and palpable.


　　Beside her, Travis Turner descended the steps from the stage, his tailored suit accentuating his sturdy frame. He blended seamlessly with the crowd, yet stood apart with an air of quiet assurance.


　　"Can't believe they're doing a re-evaluation," Camila muttered under her breath, though loud enough for Travis to hear.


CHAPTER 51 Recount