"Relax… I’m already seven months along. The doctor said as long as we take it easy, it won’t be a problem."
With those words, whatever restraint Tomas had left snapped. He pulled her into his arms and together, they gave in to the moment.
Outside, lightning flashed across the sky, thunder rumbling in the distance.
Just as Tomas reached his peak, a sudden thought struck him. "Samantha is afraid of thunderstorms—I need to check on her!"
He scrambled to dress and rushed out—only to see the soft glow of the bedroom lamp.
I was already fast asleep.
Relieved, he let out a quiet breath, pressed a gentle kiss to my forehead and slipped into bed beside me.
For the next two weeks, he played the devoted husband by day. But at night, he lost himself in Camila’s arms behind the closed doors of his study.
Eventually, Antonio returned home—ready to take Camila back where she belonged.
When Antonio saw me, a flicker of surprise—maybe even admiration—flashed in his eyes.
He asked if I’d been doing well these past two years, then sighed, almost apologetic.
"It’s not that I didn’t care about you," he said. "But for the sake of the family’s reputation, I had no choice. I hope you don’t hate me."
BANG!