Tomas panicked, scooping her up without hesitation. "Samita, I’m taking Camila to the doctor."
I said nothing, the weight in my chest growing heavier, more suffocating. Hot tears dripped into the sink.
Tomas, you’re not even trying to hide your feelings for her anymore...
As soon as my parents heard Camila wasn’t feeling well, they rushed over, fussing over her, showering her with concern.
They didn’t ask about me.
Instead, they reminded Tomas and me to take good care of her, even insisting on hiring the best nanny to look after her.
Camila lounged on the sofa like a queen basking in admiration, her voice dripping with smug satisfaction.
"Oh, come on, you all are acting like I’m made of glass just because I’m pregnant. Don’t you think they’re overreacting?"
Before I could respond, Camilla suddenly put on a look of mock regret.
"Oh, I forgot—you can’t have children. You’re not jealous of all the attention I’m getting as the little pregnant one, are you?"
Seeing my expression darken, my parents quickly stepped in, eager to smooth things over.
"Of course not! Samita has always been kind—she loves you just as much as we do."
Camila narrowed her eyes slightly, then turned to Tomas. "What about you, Tommy? Do you love me too?"
Tomas stiffened, clearly caught off guard, his hesitant gaze flickering toward me.
Looking at the people in front of me, all wearing their masks of false affection, I felt nothing but coldness in my heart.
"Of course. Your Tomas sees you as family too, so of course he loves you."
Without another word, I turned on my heel, muttering some excuse as I walked out the door. I had no interest in playing along with their charade any longer.
By the time I returned home after finalizing my plans to leave the country with the orphanage director, it was already past ten at night.
My parents had long since left and the entire villa was dark—except for the faint glow coming from Tomas’s study.
On impulse, I pulled up the security feed for the room. And there she was—Camila, sprawled across his desk, her clothes disheveled, very much awake.
She was supposed to be asleep upstairs.
Camila wrapped her arms around Tomas’s neck, her voice soft and teasing. "So, you married Samantha just to make sure Antonio stays loyal to me?"
She ran a finger down his chest, her tone dripping with seduction.