Kamille’s POV

Glancing at the clock, I realized I was running late and needed to prepare the promised cookies for the kids before they got home from school. My concern, however, was who would watch Royer. Belle hadn’t returned yet, and Zeke hadn’t been seen since leaving with his friends. I felt a strong urge to call Zeke, but hesitated. He might say he was busy, and I didn't want to burden him.

Instead, I called Belle. "Hello, bestie," I greeted warmly. "I hope I'm not interrupting, but I could really use some help."

"Hello, Kam. No problem," she replied. "What do you need?"

"I'll text you a list; just a few cookie ingredients," I said.

"Okay, Kam. I'll be there soon."

"Thank you so much, Belle," I said, my voice filled with genuine appreciation. "I really appreciate your help."

"It's no problem at all, Kam," Belle reassured me warmly. "I'll grab everything and be there as soon as possible."

While waiting for Belle, I checked the latest news about Gabriel Manor's arrest. I smiled as I read the damning accounts of his crimes. The headlines painted a grim picture, detailing horrifying allegations of sexual harassment, rape, and blackmail. How much evil can one man do? The Manor family name was also making headlines, the scandal sending shockwaves through London's elite. The once-respected family was now the center of a media frenzy, their reputation in tatters.

A mix of emotions washed over me: joy at Gabriel facing consequences, but also sadness at the downfall of a once-prominent family. But that would soon change when I regained control.

Belle arrived with the ingredients. I greeted her with a grateful smile. "Thank you so much, Belle," I said sincerely, taking the bag.

"Of course, Kamille. I'm happy to help," she replied reassuringly.

As I wondered how to get to Zeke's penthouse to bake the cookies, Belle anticipated my concern. "Don't worry, I'll give you directions," she offered kindly.

"Thank you," I replied, relieved. "But I'll be back soon; I need to get those cookies done before the kids arrive."

Belle nodded. "Alright, no problem. I've got this."

I took the ingredients and left the hospital. Royer was fast asleep; I kissed his forehead before leaving. The crisp air felt exhilarating after two days inside. Taking a moment to breathe, I felt renewed energy.

Following Belle's directions, I arrived at the penthouse. I’d known Zeke had numerous properties, but I’d never visited any of them during our marriage. Stepping inside, memories flooded back—fantasies of him there with me, making love, whispering sweet nothings. I scoffed; I'd imagined a bit too much.

The penthouse was spacious, sleek, and luxurious. I went to the kitchen to bake the cookies. After creaming and mixing, the dough was ready. I shaped it into perfect rounds and arranged them on baking pans. I paused to admire my work, feeling satisfied.

Before I could put the pans in the oven, strong arms wrapped around my waist, pulling me against a solid chest. Startled, I turned to see Zeke. "Zeke!" I exclaimed, surprised and delighted. "What are you doing here?" My heart pounded.

"I went to the hospital looking for you," he murmured sincerely. "But only found Belle and Royer."

"Oh, yeah. I needed to bake cookies for the kids, as promised," I replied, trying to sound unaffected by his closeness.

"Hmm, you could have ordered them," Zeke said.

"I wanted to make them myself. They love my cookies," I replied, placing the pans in the preheated oven. I waited, hoping my flushed cheeks would cool down.

"Kamille," Zeke said, stepping closer.

"Stop, please," I pleaded. I wasn't in control of my emotions.

"I'm sorry," Zeke said calmly.

"What are you sorry for? I've already forgiven you," I said, finally facing him.

"I'm sorry for all you went through," he said, his blue eyes full of emotion.

"Hmm, you don't have to be," I replied, trying to walk past him. He grabbed my hand, twirling me to face him.

My heart raced uncontrollably. A fluttering sensation filled my stomach, along with undeniable warmth in Zeke’s presence. Before I could speak, his lips met mine. A rush of overwhelming emotion swept over me.

Fuck! This shouldn't be happening.

Ignoring reason, I responded to his touch. The kiss deepened, our bodies pressed together. His touch ignited a fire within me, a potent mix of longing and restraint. I felt simultaneously vulnerable and protected. His hands moved down my thighs; mine instinctively wrapped around his neck. He groaned and lifted me onto the kitchen counter.

The oven timer chimed, breaking the spell. Startled, I gently pushed Zeke away and jumped down. The cookies were perfectly golden brown. I turned to Zeke. His eyes still burned with desire, but I wouldn't indulge him again.

"I'm sorry, Zeke," I whispered, my voice trembling. "But I can't do this."

A flicker of hurt crossed his eyes, but he nodded understandingly. "I'm sorry too. I understand." His expression was a mix of hurt and disappointment as he stepped back.

What have I just done?