He did want a child of his own. He did have some feelings for me. And yet, for Camila, he could suppress all of it—even resisting the temptation of having a child with me.
Tomas, since you love her so much, I’d make sure you'd have her.
The next morning, Camila showed up with her people, hauling in bags of luggage as she officially moved into my home.
I glanced toward the kitchen, immediately understanding what was happening. In two years of marriage, Tomas had never once stepped into the kitchen to make me breakfast.
So that was it. Whatever he was making, it wasn’t for me. It was for the woman he truly loved.
At the dining table, Camila took a bite of a shrimp dumpling, then smiled as she held it out to me.
"Sis, how does Tommy not know you're allergic to shrimp?"
She continued after a pause, Ah, well… I guess it’s not surprising. He probably just remembers that I love eating shrimp."
I clenched the spoon tightly, staying silent.
"Here comes the final dish—shrimp and egg omelet!"
Tomas came. He wore heat-resistant gloves while carefully placing the dish on the table.
"Samita, your health has always been fragile. Eat more of this—it’s good for you."