They moved to London to enjoy their retirement, leaving the family villa to Brent and me.
All along, I thought they had finally let it go.
Turns out, the Ceppetellis already had an heir. Twins, in fact.
That was when I found out that all those times Brent traveled to London, it wasn’t for business. He was with Shalane Shepley and their children.
I swallowed my emotions, pushing down the tightness in my chest.
“Do you even know the difference between responsibility and love, Brent? Don’t you think I’m pathetic? Like a complete fool?”
He looked at me, guilt flashing across his face.
“I’m so sorry, Cammie. I never wanted you to go through surgery—I just… I just wanted to experience being a father.
“She and the kids don’t interfere with our lives. I’ve done my duty to Shalane, and if you’re willing, they’ll treat you with respect—like a mother.”
I let out a cold laugh.
“So my husband cheats, and I’m supposed to be grateful that I now have children who will be filial to me? Otherwise, I’d just die alone and miserable?”
Brent looked uncomfortable, his voice rising slightly.
“Come on, why do you have to put it like that? It wasn’t cheating! It only happened once,” he muttered. “And it was for—”