Page 47 of Love Unscripted
“When you’ve been lied to for so long,” Kelly said softly, “you need a voice that tells the truth.”
Camille carried the Bible around for days before finally opening it. One sleepless night, she turned to a random page and read:
Come to me, all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest.
Something inside her cracked open and for the first time in years, she prayed.
“Lord, please forgive me. Forgive me for all the ways I’ve sinned against You. Please help me. Please.”
The next morning she woke with a strange sense of clarity. Lightness. And over the weeks that followed, everything began to change.
The show looked different to her now. The sleaze. The cruelty. The compromises she had once accepted without thinking. Suddenly it all felt toxic. Hollow.
And Simon—His charm. His authority. His power. It all looked thin now. Manufactured. For the first time, she saw him clearly. Saw how easily he manipulated people. Saw how completely he had manipulated her.
One evening after filming, he cornered her.
“You’ve been distant,” he said. “You’re not returning my calls. My messages. What’s going on, Camille?”
“My eyes are open,” she replied calmly. “I see things clearly now.”
His eyes narrowed. “That’s great, but don’t forget who gave you all this.”
She held his gaze steadily. “You didn’t give me anything. All you did was take.”
And for once, Simon had nothing to say.
Two weeks later, she resigned from the show.
The headlines were brutal.
The gossip even worse.
Cast and crew members eagerly leaked details about her affair with Simon. The tabloids painted her as a diva. A home wrecker. The narrative became that she had demanded Simon leave his wife, and when he refused, she quit in bitterness.
Simon called constantly. She blocked him. When he started calling from different numbers, she changed her phone entirely. When he showed up at her house, she refused to let him inside. Then he threatened legal action.
Still she didn’t budge.
And now here she was. A new beginning. One she thanked God for every day. And yet Simon still lingered over her life like a shadow she hadn’t fully escaped. A giant she would eventually have to face and slay once and for all.
God help her.
Chapter9
Aaron led the way into the vacant meeting room on the studio lot. He turned on the light and headed toward a space already set up with two chairs. In the corner sat a coffee machine and a modest spread of light snacks—sandwiches, coffee cake, and fruit. He had asked Tiffany to make the arrangements in anticipation of the meeting.
He and Camille had agreed to meet at six-thirty p.m., but it was now just after seven.
Camille stretched, the movement unguarded, and set down what looked like a Bible bag.
“Long day, huh?” he said with a grin as he placed his things on the table and moved toward the snacks.
“Yep. Up from four-thirty.”
“Can I get you a cup of coffee?” he asked, reaching for a cup.
Camille came to stand beside him. “Nah, I think I’ll have tea for a change. I’ve been guzzling coffee all day.”
