Where Destiny Forgot Us 19

Where Destiny Forgot Us 19 Summary

Camila waited all night at the restaurant for Chase, but he never showed up. Just after dawn, Chase contacted her urgently, summoning her to the Whitmore estate. Upon arrival, a vase was thrown at her, and Chase coldly tossed a flash drive at her feet. When Camila played the drive, she heard the agonized sobs of a woman, which unsettled her deeply. Chase accused Camila of orchestrating harm against the woman, Nora, but Camila denied involvement, insisting the video was fabricated by Nora to manipulate Chase.

 

Despite her protests, Chase’s suspicions grew, but Camila’s arguments about Nora’s manipulative nature caused him to hesitate and apologize for his earlier harshness. They agreed to spend the day together, but Chase’s phone kept ringing with updates about Nora’s disappearance, intensifying his worry. Camila tried to lighten the mood with a playful suggestion at an amusement park ride, but Chase suddenly accused her of setting Nora up and staging the kidnapping, revealing a second video that implicated Camila.

 

Chase’s anger exploded as he strangled Camila, who desperately denied the accusations and claimed Nora was jealous and framing her. Eventually, she collapsed, and Chase threw her aside, then immediately began mobilizing a search for Nora. Camila lay on the ground, filled with hatred and confusion over why Chase remained obsessed with Nora despite her efforts to remove her from their lives.

 

That evening, Chase received a crucial lead: Nora had been spotted at the Faulkner Estate with Dominic Faulkner, opening a new direction in the search. Meanwhile, Camila’s determination to not lose Chase to Nora again burned fiercely within her.

Camila spent the entire night waiting at the restaurant, her patience stretched thin as the hours dragged on. From the fading light of dusk until the first pale rays of dawn, Chase never once returned.

Only just after the break of day, with dark shadows carved deeply beneath her weary eyes, her phone finally buzzed to life.

“Come to the Whitmore estate. I need to talk to you,” Chase’s voice was sharp and urgent.

The moment Camila stepped onto the sprawling estate grounds, a vase suddenly hurtled toward her. She staggered backward, caught completely off guard.

“Chase! What on earth are you doing?!” she exclaimed, heart pounding.

Without a word, he flung a small flash drive at her feet, his tone chillingly cold.

“See for yourself,” he said curtly.

Hesitant but compelled, Camila bent down and plugged the drive into her phone. Almost immediately, the piercing sound of a woman’s agonized sobs poured out from the speakers. The rawness of the cries startled her so much that the drive slipped from her fingers and clattered onto the ground.

“W-What… what is that?” she whispered, trembling.

Instinctively, she reached out to grasp Chase’s arm for support. But instead of steadying her, he shoved her roughly aside.

“You’re shaking just from hearing that? And what about when you sent those men to touch her?!” His glare was sharp and unforgiving.

Camila froze for a moment, then found her voice quickly.

“I didn’t! Weren’t those men sent by you? What does that have to do with me?” she shot back, her heart racing.

“I told them to scare her—to grab her and shake her up a bit. But I never told them to actually touch her!” Chase’s eyes bore into hers, suspicion darkening his face.

“Tell me the truth—was it you?” he demanded.

“No!” she said firmly, refusing to back down.

Camila’s expression remained steady, not a flicker of hesitation crossing her features.

“This has nothing to do with me! That video could be completely fabricated. Nora probably made it to frame me, so you’d feel sorry for her!” she argued passionately.

“You know how she is—she’s never liked me. She’s always tried to ruin me. This is exactly what she does: twist the truth, manipulate people, and stage a sob story,” Camila continued, her voice rising with frustration.

“If you believe her… you’re just playing right into her hands,” she warned.

For the first time, Chase’s once resolute conviction began to falter. Camila’s words resonated with a certain logic. Lately, Nora had been acting out more than usual—hostile, irrational, unpredictable.

Maybe this was just another one of her performances—a carefully crafted act designed to pull him back in. And that part in the video where she seemed to float mid-air, as if someone was lifting her? How could that be real?

The more Chase thought about it, the more his earlier panic and guilt started to fade.

“I’m sorry, Camila. I lost my head back there. Please forgive me,” he said quietly.

A brief flicker of bitterness flashed in Camila’s eyes, but she masked it with a gentle smile.

“It’s okay. She’ll come back around once she calms down,” she replied softly.

“And you totally left me hanging at the restaurant last night. You ditched me all night—you owe me big time today,” she added with a playful grin.

Her coy smile melted away the last of Chase’s doubts.

“Alright. What kind of apology do you want?” he asked, a hint of relief in his voice.

“I want you all to myself. The entire day,” she said, her eyes sparkling.

“You got it,” he promised.

Chase stayed glued to Camila’s side throughout the day, determined to make up for lost time. Yet, his phone never stopped ringing—not even once.

Every thirty minutes, a new update arrived.

“Sir, we’ve searched every inch of the estate—the stables, the barns, even the ravines. No sign of Mrs. Whitmore,” one voice reported.

“Sir, helicopters and drones have been dispatched to the private island. Still no trace,” came another.

“We’ve checked every street and hotel she frequents. Nothing,” another informed.

“We spoke to her closest friends. None of them know where she is,” the last update said.

With each call, the darkness in Chase’s expression deepened.

Noticing his growing tension, Camila grabbed his hand and pulled him toward a giant swing ride towering nearby.

“This one’s a couples ride! They say if you kiss at the highest point, you’ll be together forever,” she teased, trying to lighten the mood.

Suddenly, Chase slammed his fist into the metal post of the ride with a loud bang. His eyes locked onto hers, sharp and accusing.

“It was you,” he said coldly.

“You set Nora up. You staged your own kidnapping, pinned it on her—and let those bastards touch her. Camila, you’re monstrous,” he accused.

Camila’s face drained of color.

“W-What are you talking about?! I told you that footage is fake—!” she stammered.

“It’s all fake! She made it to trick you—she’s obsessed with breaking us apart—” Chase’s voice dropped into a low, sinister laugh.

Just then, after the last call, his bodyguard had sent over a second video—this time with audio.

Everything was clear as day.

Camila’s involvement. Her orders. Her cruelty.

All along…

He had been played for a fool.

“Chase—what are you doing?! Don’t come any closer!” she pleaded desperately.

Her words were cut short by a strangled gasp.

His hands clamped tightly around her neck.

Her face flushed a deep purple as she clawed at his arms, struggling to breathe.

“It wasn’t me… Chase… it was her… she framed me… she’s jealous… jealous of your love for me—” Camila’s body suddenly went limp, collapsing like a marionette with its strings cut.

Chase threw her into a corner of the amusement park.

Onlookers stared and whispered, but he didn’t glance back.

As he strode away, his phone was already pressed to his ear.

Mobilizing every contact, every resource he had.

Summoning every person bearing the Whitmore name to search for Nora.

Camila lay crumpled on the ground, her fingernails bent and torn from how tightly she had clenched her fists. Her nails dug painfully into her palms. Her eyes burned—not with sorrow, but with raw hatred.

Why?

She had finally succeeded in pushing Nora out of their lives.

So why was Chase still obsessed with that woman?

What did Nora possess that she didn’t?

She refused to lose—not to that woman. Not again.

That evening, Chase finally received a lead.

His secretary’s voice came through the phone.

“Sir, sources say Mrs. Whitmore has been spotted at the Faulkner Estate—accompanied by Dominic Faulkner himself.”