The day of Camille's trial had arrived, casting a heavy cloud of tension over the courtroom. However, Damian faces the proceedings this time without Nick's support. Understanding the gravity of the situation, Damian had entrusted Nick with the crucial task of remaining at the hospital, steadfastly attending to the needs of Davina, who still lingered in a state of unconsciousness.
As the trial commenced, Attorney Hernandez again took center stage, fueling his rapidly burgeoning reputation amidst the frenzy of cases mounted by WW Technology and Damian against Marcel and Camille. The mere mention of Hernandez's name sent ripples through the legal community, a testament to the magnitude of the charges.
In a striking turn of events, Camille found herself devoid of the protection of a defense lawyer orchestrated by Damian himself. This deliberate maneuver left Camille vulnerable and isolated, forced to navigate the ferocious storm of the trial unaccompanied by legal counsel.
On the morning of his hospital visit, Damian arrived bearing not just his presence but a generous assortment of fresh fruits. Knowing that these would be the perfect choice for his ailing wife, he hesitantly opened the door, careful not to disturb her as it was still early for hospital visits. The room was hushed, with his wife peacefully asleep on the hospital bed while their dear friend Nick slumbered on the nearby sofa.As Damian quietly entered, Nick stirred slightly, sensing his presence. Nick, ever alert, awakened at the sound and met his gaze. Relieved to see a familiar face, Damian delicately placed the fruit basket on the table, fearing that any noise would disrupt his wife's deep slumber. With a simple gesture, he motioned to Nick, silently requesting a moment alone in the hospital corridor.In the hallway, away from prying eyes and out of earshot, the two friends found solace and a sense of camaraderie. Understanding the gravity of the situation, Nick shared
Damian and Nick strolled side by side, their fingers intertwining, as they made their way towards Davina's hospital room. The doctor's news was encouraging—Davina was finally cleared to go home today. However, she would still need to visit the hospital once a week for a routine check-up on her healing wound.Nick felt relieved as he shared the doctor's update with Damian. "Thank goodness! Davina can finally leave this place. But she must follow through with the weekly hospital visits," he informed Damian.Taking charge, Damian immediately instructed, "Alright, Nick. It's your responsibility to ensure Davina's administration and medication are taken care of. Let's make sure she gets to go home today."Damian's words triggered a sudden realization, causing him to vigorously rub his face in frustration. "Oh, gosh! I forgot, Nick. You're not my personal assistant anymore," he confessed, feeling a pang of guilt. "Don't worry about it. Just tell me where everyth
"Davina," Camille said as she walked into the lawyer's office, "I implore you to prepare the divorce documents for me."Davina raised an eyebrow, casting doubt on Camille's intentions. "You claim he is always at home, working as a househusband. I believe he loves you deeply, so why seek a divorce?"Camille settled in the chair, disregarding her best friend's opinion. "Please, just prepare the divorce documents. Just in case I need them later.""Do you think my office is a place to have fun? I have dealt with countless absurd divorce cases. Don't make your divorce the most foolish one I have encountered," Davina said, focused on the computer screen, ignoring her best friend's request."If I provide you with a serious reason, will you assist me in obtaining a divorce?" Camille inquired."We'll see."Meanwhile, at home, Damian paused, gazing at their exquisitely displayed wedding photo. "My wife still possesses the same beauty she did three years ago.”Damian attention was diverted as th
Damian stared at his reflection in the mirror, admiring his neatly styled hair and polished appearance. His red and black plaid shirt and trousers made him feel confident for tonight's family dinner."Camille, are you ready?" Damian called out.Camille left the room wearing a stunning red mini-dress and red heels. Damian couldn't help but appreciate how sexy she looked, but he wondered if her nightclub attire was suitable for a formal family dinner."I'm ready. Are you coming too?" Camille asked, sounding surprised."What do you mean? Of course, we're going together. My father has been eagerly anticipating your arrival," Damian replied, confused by Camille's reaction."Family dinner?" Camille looked bewildered.Camille seemed confused, but Damian was even more perplexed by her unusual response. "Didn't I mention it to you this afternoon in a message?""Yes, you did. I need to grab a glass of water first," Camille quickly excused herself, rushing to the kitchen. There, she poured some
"Where are you taking me?" Damian looked at Davina, his confusion evident as she urged him to accompany her to the building across from the jazz bar. Obligingly, Damian followed her to the apartment building."If I can't finish mine, you should at least finish yours," Davina broke the silence with a firm statement."What do you mean?" Damian questioned, still at a loss as to Davina's intent.Without further explanation, Davina strode into the top-floor apartment unit. Damian complied, removing his shoes and slipping on the pink slippers from the shoe rack. He couldn't help but notice that he seemed to be the first man ever invited into Davina's living space."Please, have a seat on the sofa. What beverage would you prefer?" Davina busied herself in the fridge, preparing a drink.As Damian settled onto the sofa, he examined the modest interior of Davina's studio apartment. Its compact size allowed him to take in the entirety of the space with a single glance. However, one object captur
"Three years ago, you insisted on leaving home to live a simple life with your wife. Why did you suddenly decide to come back?"The Americano coffee that Atlantis drank that morning suddenly tasted better. Whatever the reason, Damian's return had been the most pleasant news Atlantis had received that year."I will tell you the reason later. There is something I need to take care of first. Give me all the company information, and I will study it before I take over. You may also need time to convince the board of directors due to the change in CEO.""You sound very prepared and impatient." Atlantis looked at his son with pride. Finally, Atlantis had won this war."Isn't this what you wanted?" asked Damian."I just find it unusual that you suddenly became ambitious again," Atlantis admitted."You don't want me to be ambitious?""Of course I do. Whatever your current reason is, go for it. I will help you organize the process." Atlantis placed the coffee cup on the garden table.Atlantis l
Without uttering a single word, Camille delivered a resounding slap to Damian's face, her anger boiling over. The source of her frustration? Damian had shamelessly claimed to be her husband in front of her coworkers, and Marcel's presence made the humiliation all the worse."Do you not remember my current position at the office?" Camille snapped, her voice dripping with contempt."I am a finance manager. Did you purposefully come to the office to embarrass me? I explicitly told you to avoid such behavior. Are you deaf?"Reflexively, Damian held his stinging cheek, the force of Camille's slap reverberating.His jaw dropped, eyes wide with disbelief. "Did you truly just slap me?""Do you want me to do it again?" Camille raised her hand, poised to repeat the act."You are the first person who has dared to touch me."Camille let out a bitter laugh, mockery lacing her words. "Should I be proud?""After witnessing this riveting spectacle, you can decide if pride is warranted."Damian played
Davina arrived at the famous pub in town with her driver to pick up her coworker, who was hungover. "Do I owe Irene for providing me with an excuse to leave Camille's lackluster divorce party?" Davina mused, contemplating the questionable celebration. Spotting Irene unconscious on the sofa, Davina enlisted the help of her driver to carry her. As Davina gathered Irene's belongings, she caught sight of a familiar figure sitting alone. "Damian?" Davina squinted her eyes, making sure she had correctly identified the identity. Handing Irene's bag to her driver, Davina instructed, "Please take Irene back to her house. I'll take a taxi home. There's someone here I need to speak to." "Yes, Miss." "Thank you for your assistance." With Irene and the driver out of the pub, Davina hurried towards Damian, who had been sitting on the same chair for over an hour. "Damian? Damian!" Damian turned towards the voice, startled by Davina's furious expression. "Damian! What are you doing? Plannin