Tears welled up as I whispered, my voice trembling. "The doctor said it’s only been a little over a month and with my health… there’s no guarantee I’ll be able to carry the baby to term. I didn’t want to say anything until things were stable."
My eyes reddened and tears slid down my cheeks.
"Why would I be jealous of Camila or try to hurt her? I’m carrying your child, Tomas… She set me up."
Tomas clenched my hand tighter, nodding furiously. "I’ll talk to Antonio and my parents. Camila’s really crossed the line this time!"
I closed my eyes and murmured, "I’m tired. I don’t want to see you right now."
Tomas understood—I was still upset.
Without another word, he got up and walked out. "Don’t worry, I’ll talk to Antonio and my parents right away. I’ll clear your name."
***
A few hours later, my parents arrived at the hospital, all smiles, showering me with praise about how lucky I was.
Right in front of me, they even scolded Camila, calling her immature and reckless.
Then, as if nothing had happened, they casually mentioned that if I safely gave birth to this child, Graciani Industries would have another heir.
Watching their fake, greedy faces made my stomach turn.