The Villianess story: A 100 ways to kill your husband-Chapter 322: How much pain can a woman endure

There was so much a woman could endure. Richard stood in a corner, stunned at Caroline’s actions. "Don’t come close to my children, you cursed witch," Caroline accused her. All eyes were on her, the feeling was still engraved into her soul.

Caroline accused Camilla of being a witch; that was why she was so beautiful and famed to be the prettiest of them all, but yet she could not carry a child. Her womb was empty, and she was like a man pretending to be a woman.

Only a witch would trade fertility for beauty, but what was the need for beauty if she couldn’t have children? Caroline claimed the reason Camilla was nice was because she wanted to kill her children.

As crazy as it sounded, Camilla genuinely loved the boys. She witnessed their first breath, first cry, first crawl, first walk, and first word. They even called her "Mama." She might be barren, but she was content with the boys her husband had with an affair; she loved them because they made her feel what she might never feel, and she was content with it.

But except for Richard, who understood her true intentions, everyone saw her in a different light, like Caroline. That was when she realized the rumours and everything. She broke down and ran out.

Richard wasn’t so heartless; Caroline was stunned when he ran after his barren wife to comfort her. She fought against him, pouring out her heart. She was hurt, and he felt guilty. He confessed that Caroline was a one-night mistake when he was drunk and mad.

The night it was confirmed she could never have a child, but that one-time mistake made Caroline pregnant. He was ashamed of himself but couldn’t rebuke the baby. He hid it away because he was too embarrassed to show up before her, but when Caroline became heavily pregnant, his family pushed him to bring her into their home and take responsibility.

Despite his explanation, she was still mad. She slapped him, and Caroline witnessed this, which she told Richard’s family. From that day on, the entire family and Caroline made Camilla’s life unbearable.

Richard’s little assurance was not enough, and Caroline made sure she could never get close to the boys. The little anchor she had broke, and she lost it. The humiliation got worse each day; before long, she was known as a witch throughout the entire town, and her relationship with Richard worsened.

Then one night, under the rain, the boys caught a nasty fever. The entire mansion was in panic, and Caroline accused her of wanting her children’s life. It was too much; Richard apologized, but she couldn’t take it.

The slap stung, her heart crumbled, while Richard was busy trying to save the boys, Camilla packed a small suitcase and a few coins and ran away. No one noticed the barren wife, and she disappeared into the rain, roaming endlessly with no idea where to go that night.

The town was not far from the Moon Stone Harbour, so after a few hours on horseback, she arrived at Moon Stone close to midnight. The town was in flames, chaos everywhere.

Rumours flew that the first prince was unleashing his wrath on the shadow claw guide who had crossed him. It was a cold autumn night. She didn’t understand what was going on, but knights were everywhere, and she got scared. Maybe she should have endured, but she was sick and tired of being called a witch.

The night was blurry; she didn’t remember much except that she saw Penny at an inn she chose to stay the night, and by the time she woke up in the morning, she was on a ship. She remembered nothing, but it seemed the inn she stayed at was a Death’s Bite agent. They kidnapped lonely, pretty ladies for Death’s Bite. She had no idea if the boys survived or if Richard cared that she ran away. Why would he? He had a perfect family now.

Due to her gorgeous body, beautiful auburn hair, and rare emerald eyes, she quickly caught Jake’s attention. Camilla felt like she lost it all, so what was the need to play hard to get? She played along; she had no reason to escape or even live. She couldn’t go back to Richard, and her parents wouldn’t accept someone known as a witch. She was ready to take risks for the little joy it gave her.

She had been the prettiest in here for months until Abrielle came along. Why was Abrielle so determined to leave? She heard the rumours from Jake, although he didn’t expose Abrielle’s identity, but he mentioned Abrielle was also running away from home, which was why they got her.

"I love the fact you use your brains," Jake chimed. Camilla smiled and followed him out. He locked the cell, about to leave, when Heather screamed, "Make sure to suck him well, you dirty swine." Heather was still mad.

Camilla smiled and then turned around, then smirked. "Better than you could ever do." That pissed Heather off. Jake laughed and led her out. The door closed behind them.

Hours passed, and Abrielle was nervous. Was Camilla going to be successful or not? Was she going to bail out? Her questions were soon answered.

The doors were pushed open, and Camilla came limping in. Blood trickled from her arm, cane marks around her body. She got into her cell, and the guard that escorted her made sure it was locked before leaving.

"Are you alright?" Abrielle asked, afraid of Camilla’s appearance. Camilla was in too much pain to answer, her teeth gritted as she sat down.

"She is fine. You pissed off Jake; he played a bit too hard." Heather chimed in, taunting Camilla. Abrielle’s heart squeezed, "Sorry, I didn’t mean it that way. This isn’t a bit hard; it is pure insanity." The princess’s voice broke.

"Everything comes at a price. I get to see the sky at this price, Princess. Don’t worry; it is done. We are going to fight our way out of the insanity." Camilla could barely say; it was what Abrielle wished to hear.

It was good news to everyone, but Camilla slumped on the cold floor. She was fading, her eyes going dark. She could hear faint babies’ cries and Richard’s laugh. She was a fool; even close to death, she still thought of the man she was hopelessly in love with. She lived as a fool and was going to die as one.