I pulled my lips into a faint, bitter smile.
So, this is what being "good" gets me?
Watching all my family members take Camila’s side? Protecting a criminal? Covering for her while hurting me?
Noticing my slight tremble, Tomas pulled me into his arms, his voice gentle. "Are you tired? Come on, let's get you to bed."
Late that night, after making sure I was sound asleep, he carefully pulled his hand away and slipped into the study.
Tomas had no idea that earlier that afternoon, I had installed a surveillance camera in the study.
On the screen, he held a photo of Camila tightly, murmuring to himself.
"Camila, Anton didn’t leave the country just to avoid you today."
"Why do you only ever have eyes for him? Why do you want to have his child?"
"Today, Samantha told me she wanted to have my child too. I was actually a little moved… She really is a good woman… but she’ll never be you."
"If she could have a baby, maybe I’d love her a little more… But that’s impossible now."
I clenched my phone, my grip tightening as the truth finally sank in.