Camilla's POV
The sight of her standing there made ice flood my veins. My stomach clenched with such violence I thought I might be sick right there on the spot. Every nerve in my body screamed in protest, my skin prickling as though insects were crawling beneath it. My fingers began to shake at my sides, trembling with the fury that threatened to consume me whole. I pressed my nails deep into my palms, fighting the overwhelming urge to grab something heavy and smash it repeatedly into that perfectly smug face until my rage finally found peace.
Delia stood before me like a nightmare made flesh.
The other woman who had torn my life apart.
