Nothing to do with her? Tomas actually had the nerve to say that?
Rage surged through me. I wanted to scream at him, to tell him everything—But before I could, my vision blurred and darkness swallowed me whole.
***
When I woke up, I was in a hospital bed. Tomas was gripping my hand tightly.
"Samita, why didn’t you tell me you were pregnant?"
A cold glint flickered in my eyes.
So he found out after all.
Well then… I might as well make this surprise even bigger.
Tears welled up as I whispered, my voice trembling. "The doctor said it’s only been a little over a month and with my health… there’s no guarantee I’ll be able to carry the baby to term. I didn’t want to say anything until things were stable."
My eyes reddened and tears slid down my cheeks.
"Why would I be jealous of Camila or try to hurt her? I’m carrying your child, Tomas… She set me up."
Tomas clenched my hand tighter, nodding furiously. "I’ll talk to Antonio and my parents. Camila’s really crossed the line this time!"
I closed my eyes and murmured, "I’m tired. I don’t want to see you right now."
Tomas understood—I was still upset.
Without another word, he got up and walked out. "Don’t worry, I’ll talk to Antonio and my parents right away. I’ll clear your name."
***
A few hours later, my parents arrived at the hospital, all smiles, showering me with praise about how lucky I was.
Right in front of me, they even scolded Camila, calling her immature and reckless.
Then, as if nothing had happened, they casually mentioned that if I safely gave birth to this child, Graciani Industries would have another heir.
Watching their fake, greedy faces made my stomach turn.
I used my health as an excuse and had Tomas send them away. The moment they left, I called my lawyer and had him draft the divorce papers.
I slipped them between my prenatal checkup reports and sweet-talked Tomas into signing them without a second thought.
In one month, after the mandatory cooling-off period, the divorce would be final.
The effective date? Tomas’s birthday.
The same day I planned to leave this place for good.
***
For the next month, Tomas was ecstatic.
He couldn’t stop talking about the baby, about our future—Completely unaware that soon, both would be gone.
He even went so far as to remodel two of the villa’s bedrooms into nurseries—one pink, one blue.
“That way,” he said, “no matter if it’s a boy or a girl, everything will be ready.”