At the same time, Devin clung desperately to Shalane’s leg, trembling. “Mommy, Mommy, I’m scared. I wanna go home!”
Shalane turned to me, her eyes blazing with barely contained fury.
“Camryn,” she said through gritted teeth, “I know this is my fault. I shouldn’t have fallen for Brent. I’ve been to London all these years—I never wanted to get in your way. But Galvin is just a kid. If you have a problem, take it out on me. Hit me, yell at me, whatever you want.”
Her eyes welled up with tears.
I felt an overwhelming sense of helplessness and opened my mouth to explain when suddenly, the sound of Brent’s palm striking my face rang through the room.
His face was stone-cold, colder than I had ever seen it.
“I get that you’re upset, but I never thought you’d take it out on a child!”
Then he looked at me, his gaze like a blade cutting straight through my chest.
“This is the Ceppetellis’ property, Camryn. Galvin is the rightful son of this villa. Who the hell are you to call him a bastard and tell him to get out?”
I tried to explain, but he didn’t give me a chance. He just turned away, picking up Galvin and Devin in his arms, and walked out.
For a long time, I just stood there, my bitterness surging up.
Then, finally, I pulled out the divorce papers and placed them on the coffee table.
After packing my bags, I hesitated only for a second before accessing the security footage.
Then, I sent the clip to Brent.
And blocked his number.
“Hey, I’m ready. Come pick me up.”
