Page 104 of Love Unscripted
He moved away from her and leaned against the wall, as though he needed the support.
“You know, driving over here all I could think of was that I would confront you and demand answers.” He let out a short, humorless breath. “Now I’m here, there is only one answer I want. Did you ever tell me the truth about anything?”
Her throat convulsed. Fear sliced through her. The tears fell before she could stop them.
“Aaron, I swear—”
“Camille, don’t lie to me.” His voice cracked like a whip.
She started sobbing. “I was going to tell you. I swear I was going to tell you.”
“Tell me what, Camille?”
“That I shot the season finale forShadow Peak.”
His jaw tightened. “Why? Why would you do that after everything you told me about that show? About Simon Halden? Why?”
“Because it was the only way!”
She looked up at him, pleading. Wanting to grab him. To beg. To plead. But afraid he would recoil.
“The only way? What are you even talking about?”
“Aaron, he was… he was threaten—threatening to prevent Esther. To halt Esther. The distribution of the f-film… the pro-promotion…” She was hiccupping now, barely able to breathe. Tears streaked her face. “I didn’t want that to happen. I didn’twant to destroy your career. I was trying to protect you. I pr-promise.”
She pushed herself to her feet and reached for him.
“No!” he warned. “Stay right where you are. Don’t come near me, Camille.”
The words hit her like a blow.
Once, in this very room, he had said something similar—but playfully. Teasing. Because the passion between them had felt almost too much to contain.
Now his voice held only revulsion.
The contrast shattered her.
She dropped to her knees and doubled over, weeping.
“Even if I were to believe what you just said,” he continued, his voice lower now but no less sharp, “even if I were to accept that you were trying—in your own misguided way—to help me… what I cannot accept, Camille, is the lies. The deception. Over the last several days.” His voice broke for the first time. “Do you think I could ever trust you again after this?”
She had no answer.
“And to think I thought I lov—” He stopped himself. Let the unfinished word hang in the air.
Blazing.
Incriminating.
“It’s over between us, Camille. We’ll see what we can salvage in PR for the movie’s sake. But apart from that, I don’t want to see you again.”
She was still crying when she heard the door open.
Then close.
The engine started.
His car pulled away.
