Broken Trust

Chapter 6

Camilla

I feel like I'm about to hyperventilate as I stand in the foyer of Scott's office building. I know that William is also around somewhere, and I don't know who will come. Rachel walks in and tries to walk by, like I'm sure she has done many times before, being a friend of the family, but she is stopped.

"I'm sorry, Miss, you can't go in without an appointment," a security guard explains.

"Call Scott and let him know I'm here to speak to him," she orders, "and tell him I won't leave until I have a word with him, and damn him for not answering his phone!" the guard looks at her as if she is crazy, but makes a signal to the receptionists so she can make the call.

Rachel is fuming, but she doesn't speak, waiting for them to let us through. If she can make it happen, it would be nothing short of amazing. I can see that she is already losing her patience as the poor girl whispers to the person on the other side of the line, it could be Scott or his father, even one of his brothers.

"You are clear to go," the girl tells Rachel, "but I'm afraid that Ms. Camilla will have to wait here."

"It's okay," I say before Rachel has the chance to pick another fight. I will wait here. If we are lucky after you talk to him, they will allow me up?" I had not much hope of that, but we had to try.

"Okay, wait for me, I will set him straight and come back for you," she says, and then walks away. The security guard following her as if she is going to do something bad if he takes his eyes out of her.

After a while it gets really uncomfortable to be stared at by so many people. The security guys specially look like they are going to jump at me at any moment. I'm not sure why they are acting like that, it's not like I ever caused any trouble here, I barely visited.

I'm debating getting out of there, when I notice Sharon walking in. "Sharon?" I call, and she looks surprised to see me.

"Camilla, what are you doing here?" she is acting weird, but not the kind of weird I expected. She looks angry.

"I came to talk to Scott, but they won't let me in."

"Of course, the nerve! After what you did, how can you even show your face here?" it's not what I was expecting, but I know she is putting on a show.

"I have no idea what you mean," even if I think I know what she is hinting at.

"You cheated on Scott in my own party!" she hisses at me. She moved closer, as if she wants to keep our words a secret, but I know she is hoping for the opposite, and I see the people around trying to catch what we are talking about.

I feel sick when I realize her plan, and make a run to the restroom. While I'm moving, I manage to grab my phone and set it to video record, getting it ready just before Sharon walks into the restroom behind me.

"Feeling guilty?" she mocks me, locking the door behind her.

"Scott said something like that, but I don't understand! I love him, I would never cheat on him."

"We saw you, with that man, at my party. How dare you bring your date to my party?" I stare at her, she is using a whole different narrative.

"You mean Juan? You introduced us at your party! You asked me to stay with him."

"I have no idea what you are talking about," she says with a smirk.

A few days ago, Sharon's party

By the time Camilla had finished getting ready, she was exhausted, and didn't want to go out, but she had to, so she took her purse, the gift they had prepared weeks before, and left for Sharon's apartment. Sharon was just starting, but her family had money, and her parents had given her a huge apartment in one of the buildings around Central Park. Just as she was entering the elevator, another person went inside beside her, and asked her in broken English to press the button for Sharon's floor.

"Are you going to the party?" she asked in Spanish, her native language, guessing from his accent and looks that he was Latin like her.

"Yes, to Sharon's party," he replied. "I just met her a while ago. I'm so glad to see I'm not going to be the only Spanish speaker at the party, I'm here to learn English, but as you can see, I'm not very good."

"Well, we should be speaking English them, if you need the learn."

"No, please, it's been a while since I spoke in my language, it will be good to speak my own for a while."

That comment was weird, in a city like New York you could find people to talk to in almost any language, but she had other things in her head and didn't pay much attention to him.

"When they got out of the elevator and walked to Sharon's apartment, they didn't even get a chance to knock on the door, since she opened before they could.

"Camilla, I'm so glad to see you, and I see you already met John," she greeted her.

"It's Juan," he corrected her. "I've told you like a thousand times," he mumbled, just loud enough for Camilla to hear.

"Well, Juan, I'm glad you could make it." Sharon took Camilla by the arm and dragged her inside, whispering to her. "He is a new friend, could you be a dear and stick with him? He may need someone to translate for him, and since you are both from the same place..." Camilla could tell from his accent that he wasn't from Mexico, he was from South America, but she knew it was useless to correct Sharon, for her, like with many others, all Latin-American were the same.

"Of course, get back to your party, I can stay with him."

Not long after she regretted her offer, he was always by her side, a little too close actually, and she couldn't talk to anyone else. She knew that some were actually keeping their distance at seeing her with him, but there was nothing she could do without letting him alone and letting Sharon down.

"How is it going?" Sharon asked. "Do you need a fresh glass of wine?"

"No, I'm good, I'm so tired that if I take another one I will fall sleep."

"I think we have some sparkling juice somewhere, let me grab some for you," Sharon offered.

"It's really not necessary," Camilla said, but Sharon didn't listen and was back with a glass of sparkling juice, it looked like champagne from afar.

"We will be toasting soon, and it's only fitting you have something in your hands for that moment."

"Thank you," Camilla repeated, touched that she had accommodated her needs instead of trying to convince her or force her to drink alcohol. With her newly discovered pregnancy to consider, the last thing she wanted was to drink alcohol.

She kept her superficial talk with Juan, as she explained whom was whom in the room, and he gave her a very elaborated story about how he had met Sharon. She had the impression he wanted to impress her by exaggerating the story, and didn't pay much attention to it. Soon Camilla started to sway on her feet, she had to double check there was no alcohol in her drink, for she felt really drunk. Juan noticed, and took her by the waist, to guide her to one of the rooms.

Their departure was noticed by a few of the people there, they all believed her to be very drunk, and saw with bad eyes the fact that she was getting drunk with a man that was not her husband.

"It was you," I confront her, "you set me up! You invited Juan there, and you gave me something. You drugged me. Why? How could you do something like that to me?"

"So what?" she replies, not even looking a little remorse about it. "Don't act all that innocent now. You w***e! You must have enjoyed every minute of it, I don't know why you get all high and mighty. It was the best for all of us, really."

"I don't even remember what happened to me, but it was horrible, and it cost me more than you can imagine. You are a horrible person. I can't believe that I thought you were my friend. What you did, I wouldn't do to my worst enemy."

"Friend? You and I were never friends. You took Scott from me, and now you expect me to be your friend?" she doesn't acknowledge the damage she did. Not only having me r***d, that's the least of it. Taking my child, that's unforgivable.

"Scott was never yours in the first place. Even if I'm not in the middle, he will never see you like that."

"But he will. He will realize that I'm the perfect woman for him, and we will have the future we should always have. There's no way he will go back to you, he hates you, and no amount of begging will change that. He is already thinking of divorcing you," she moves even closer, an in something close to a whisper she adds, "we are already living together, how long before we start sharing a bed?"

Everything was happening so fast, and it felt so overwhelming. I pushed Sharon to the side and got out of the restroom, running out of the building. I could hear her laughter behind me, and it was just so much. I knew Scott wasn't going to change his mind easily, no matter what Rachel said to him, so I just waited for her outside, hoping she would be fast.