Chapter 586:

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The sight of Rose on her knees, begging for forgiveness with tears streaming down her face, broke something open in Camille’s heart. This wasn’t the calculating manipulator who had tried to steal her husband and destroy her life.

This was the scared thirteen-year-old girl who had arrived at their house with all her possessions in a garbage bag, desperate to be loved and terrified of being abandoned.

Camille slipped out of her own chair and knelt on the floor facing Rose, taking her sister’s face in her hands.

“Rose, look at me,” Camille said gently.

𝗝𝘰in 𝗼ur 𝘤𝘰m𝗺𝗎ni𝘁𝗒 𝘰ո 𝗀𝘢𝗅𝘯оve𝗅𝘴.𝘤оm

Rose lifted her tear-stained face to meet Camille’s eyes.

“I forgive you,” Camille said simply. “Not because what you did was forgivable, but because you’re my sister and I love you.”

Rose collapsed forward into Camille’s arms, both sisters holding each other and crying on the floor of the prison visiting room. Other visitors and inmates watched in silence as the two women who had been torn apart by jealousy and betrayal found their way back to each other through forgiveness and love.

“I’m so sorry,” Rose whispered against Camille’s shoulder. “I’m so sorry for everything I did to you.”

“I know you are,” Camille replied, stroking Rose’s hair the way she used to when they were teenagers. “I know you’re sorry.”

They held each other for several minutes, both of them crying for the years they had lost, for the pain they had caused each other, for the sister they had been before jealousy and fear poisoned their love.

When they finally pulled apart, both sisters looked different somehow. Rose’s face had lost the hard edge that had defined her for so long, while Camille looked lighter, as if she had finally set down a burden she had been carrying for years.

“What happens now?” Rose asked as they sat back in their chairs.

“Now you serve your sentence and work on becoming the person you want to be,” Camille said. “And I go home and build a life with Alexander and Victoria, knowing that my sister loves me.”

“Will you visit me again?”

Camille was quiet for a moment, considering the question carefully. “I don’t know, Rose. I forgive you, and I love you, but I also need to protect myself and my family from being hurt again.”

Rose nodded, understanding the boundaries Camille was setting. “I just needed to know that you don’t hate me anymore. I needed to know that somewhere in your heart, there’s still room for the sister I used to be.”

“There’s always been room for that sister,” Camille said. “Even when I hated what you had become, I never stopped loving who you were to me when we were young.”

As visiting hours ended and they prepared to say goodbye, Rose reached across the table one more time.

“Camille, can I ask you for one more thing?”

“What?”

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