Oops I Accidentally Ended Her Fake Perfect Life novel Chapter 20

**Across the Fallen Golden Kingdom Distant Fires by Damon S. Creed**

Chase had been a relentless storm in Camila’s life lately, turning her days into a relentless cycle of despair and heartache. Each moment felt like a battle, and she was losing ground.

One fateful day, as the guards were momentarily distracted, Camila seized her chance. With a heart pounding from anxiety and hope, she dashed out, her breath hitching as she spotted him. The moment she reached him, she threw herself into his arms, a rush of emotion overwhelming her. She grasped his hand and pressed it firmly against her stomach, tears mingling with laughter as she exclaimed, “Chase, look—he kicked! Our baby, he really—he’s moving…”

Her voice wavered with a mix of joy and desperation, a silent plea for him to show some compassion—for the sake of the child they had created together, and for the memories of a time when they had shared laughter and dreams. She longed for a flicker of warmth in his gaze, a hint of the tenderness that once existed between them.

But Chase’s reaction was anything but what she had hoped for. He turned his head, his expression twisted in disgust, and spat out a single, chilling word. “Get out.”

Camila’s heart sank, and her frustration boiled over. “You don’t even want your own child?! What is it about Nora that makes you treat her like this?! What does she have that I don’t?!” Her voice cracked, the pain of betrayal evident in her tone.

In an instant, Chase’s hand shot out, gripping her throat with a force that made her gasp. “She’s a thousand times better than you will ever be, Camila. And you’ll never understand why.” The venom in his voice was palpable, each word a dagger aimed straight at her heart.

“This baby is not staying.” His sneer was cold, devoid of any warmth or affection. “You think someone like you deserves to carry my child?”

At that moment, a chill enveloped Camila, as if she had plunged into an icy lake, the shock of his words freezing her to the core. She searched his face for any sign of kindness, but there was none. Instead, he turned his gaze to the bodyguards, his voice flat and unyielding. “Take her. I don’t care how—just get rid of it.”

Panic surged through her as she kicked and screamed, the sound of her own voice echoing in her ears, but it was futile. The guards dragged her away, and Chase stood there, watching with a remorseless satisfaction that sent shivers down her spine. To him, this was all Camila’s fault. She had pushed Nora away, and in his twisted logic, the more he punished Camila, the more it would demonstrate to Nora how serious he was about their relationship. He believed that eventually, she would come back to him.

That night, Chase found himself alone, poring over the proposal that had consumed his thoughts. The bidding was set for the following day, and the whispers around the room suggested that Dominic would be present. But no matter how hard he tried to concentrate on the numbers and figures, his mind kept wandering back to her. He couldn’t shake the thought of whether he might see Nora there, and it gnawed at him like a persistent itch.

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