"You’ve loved me for so many years, yet you ended up marrying a woman who can’t even have children. Tomas, don’t you regret it?"
Tomas’s breath hitched as he turned his head away. "As long as you’re happy, nothing else matters."
Camila didn’t let him escape. She grabbed his chin, forcing him to meet her gaze, then kissed him deeply.
"You’ve been so good to me… I have to find a way to repay you. Tonight, I want to be yours."
Tomas stiffened, caught off guard, but before he could pull away, Camila only smiled, her eyes smoldering.
"Relax… I’m already seven months along. The doctor said as long as we take it easy, it won’t be a problem."
With those words, whatever restraint Tomas had left snapped. He pulled her into his arms and together, they gave in to the moment.
Outside, lightning flashed across the sky, thunder rumbling in the distance.
Just as Tomas reached his peak, a sudden thought struck him. "Samantha is afraid of thunderstorms—I need to check on her!"
He scrambled to dress and rushed out—only to see the soft glow of the bedroom lamp.
I was already fast asleep.
Relieved, he let out a quiet breath, pressed a gentle kiss to my forehead and slipped into bed beside me.
For the next two weeks, he played the devoted husband by day. But at night, he lost himself in Camila’s arms behind the closed doors of his study.
Eventually, Antonio returned home—ready to take Camila back where she belonged.
When Antonio saw me, a flicker of surprise—maybe even admiration—flashed in his eyes.
He asked if I’d been doing well these past two years, then sighed, almost apologetic.
"It’s not that I didn’t care about you," he said. "But for the sake of the family’s reputation, I had no choice. I hope you don’t hate me."
BANG!
The bedroom door flew open as Camila stormed down the stairs, her heels clicking furiously against the floor.
"Antonio, I forgive you! Go upstairs and start packing my things—I’m going home with you."
The moment Antonio was out of sight, her sweet facade dropped.
She turned to me, her face twisted with malice. "Samantha, you pathetic leftover—you really think you can compete with me for Antonio?"
I turned to leave, refusing to engage, but that only enraged her further.
She lunged forward, grabbing my arm so tightly that her nails dug deep into my skin. "I actually thought you had some luck in you. Even as a discarded woman, someone was still willing to take you in."