“Brent, send them back to London. Make sure they never come back, okay?
“You love kids. I’ll go to the hospital tomorrow. Let’s have our own, okay?
“As long as you come back, I can endure anything—”
Brent’s body tensed, and I snapped back to reality.
“Brent, when you wanted children, why didn’t you come to me?!”
The marble coffee table cracked under my fist, blood dripping down from my clenched fingers.
The next day, he personally brought Galvin and Devin home.
“Galvin, Devin, this is Aunt Camryn. Say hello.”
He gently pushed the two kids in front of me.
“Spend some time with them. You’ll definitely grow to love them.”
Then he bent down, his voice warm, the same way he spoke to Shalane.
“Galvin, Devin, play with Aunt Camryn today, okay? Daddy has to take care of something at the company.”
Galvin, sharp as ever, immediately spoke up loudly, “Daddy, go ahead! We’ll listen to Aunt Camryn. Mommy already taught us.”
Brent smiled in satisfaction.
As he reached the door, he turned back and waved at us.
The moment he left, Galvin lowered her voice, leaning in close to me.
“Daddy went to see Mommy. Mommy said you’re pathetic—no kids of your own, yet still trying to steal us.