Hearing my words, Tomas froze for a moment, a flicker of disappointment flashing in his eyes.
"I'm sorry, Tommy… I've been a burden to you." I bit my lip as my tears slipping down.
Tomas's expression softened again. "Don't think like that, Samita. I told you two years ago—even if you can't have children, I would still love you just the same."
"By the way, I promised my parents that Camila could stay with us for a while. What do you think…?" He phrased it as if he was asking for my opinion, but there was a quiet plea in his eyes.
"Sure, that's fine. I wouldn’t want to put you in a tough spot with your parents."
His face lit up with relief. "Samita, you're amazing!"
I forced down the bitterness rising in my chest and asked, "Amazing how?"
"You're a wonderful wife, a great sister, a good daughter—you’re just good in every way!"
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.
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.