The bedroom door flew open as Camila stormed down the stairs, her heels clicking furiously against the floor.
"Antonio, I forgive you! Go upstairs and start packing my things—I’m going home with you."
The moment Antonio was out of sight, her sweet facade dropped.
She turned to me, her face twisted with malice. "Samantha, you pathetic leftover—you really think you can compete with me for Antonio?"
I turned to leave, refusing to engage, but that only enraged her further.
She lunged forward, grabbing my arm so tightly that her nails dug deep into my skin. "I actually thought you had some luck in you. Even as a discarded woman, someone was still willing to take you in."
She let out a sharp, mocking laugh. "But it turns out, Tomas never even loved you! Isn’t that just pathetic?" Her eyes gleamed with satisfaction as she twisted the knife deeper.
"So what if you were engaged to Antonio first because you’re the ‘real’ daughter of the family? In the end, he still married me, didn’t he?"
She then leaned in, her voice a venomous whisper.
"Listen to me, Samantha—so long as I exist, no one in this world will ever love you. Not Dad. Not Mom. Not Tomas. Not Antonio."