Camilla watched as her marriage crumbled before her eyes. Her cousin Diane stood confidently before the entire Miller family, stroking her protruding belly.
The room fell silent, all eyes fixed on Diane as her gaze swept across the room, locking on Camila briefly before moving on. “I’m carrying the Miller family heir,” she declared. Camila's mind reeled as she tried to process the implications of Diane's announcement. Who was the father? She turned in Lawson's direction, expecting to see shock or curiosity on his face. Instead, his expression was unreadable as he sat silently on the sofa, observing the scene unfold. She kept searching his face for answers, but It was as though he had no care in the world, didn’t care about her reaction or that of his family, and honestly, Camilla couldn’t quite grasp what was going on in his mind. “Lawson, is this true?” Camila asked, trying to keep her voice steady. “Did you cheat on me?” It was an unnecessary question, but Camilla couldn’t help it; she wanted to hear it from him. “ANSWER ME!” her voice flared, taking on a more acidic tone. "Are you going to just sit there and pretend you don't know what I'm talking about?" Lawson remained unfazed, casually leaning back on the sofa. "You owe me the truth, Lawson. I deserve to know if you've been lying to me, if you've been cheating on me." Lawson finally, rose from the sofa and walked over to Diane, who was smiling serenely. "Leave, Diane," he commanded. "Now." Diane's smile faltered, her eyes darting to Camila before returning to Lawson. "Excuse me?" "That's enough, Lawson," Lawson's mother chimed in. "Why should she leave? She has made a declaration that affects this entire family. And you want her to leave when you've already got her pregnant?" Lawson's jaw clenched slightly, but he remained silent. Meanwhile, Camila just stood, feeling like an outsider in her own home. The feeling of being ignored was suffocating, and the fact that her mother-in-law seemed pleased by the news made Camila's blood boil. "Mother how could you? This woman is standing here claiming to be carrying the Miller family heir and you’re......" She paused, taking a deep breath in frustration. "I am Lawson's wife, remember? Your son cheated on me." "Oh, yes, Lawson's wife who couldn't give us an heir. How's that for a wife?" her mother-in-law snarled, her lips curled in disdain. All the while, a triumphant smile was plastered on Diane's face, and Camila felt like an ant being crushed under the weight of their contempt. Her eyes welling up as she stared at Lawson, expecting him to say something—anything at all. But no, he still remained quiet, making her feel like a fool. "So... this is how it is, right? You're just going to stand there and humiliate me? After cheating on me?" Camila's eyes locked onto Lawson's, searching for any sign of defense, any hint of protection. Still nothing. "It's your luck, Camila; Lawson can't just sit back and wait for you to be fruitful. The world doesn't revolve around you," her mother-in-law spat. "You've had years to produce an heir, and what do you have to show for it? Nothing." A cold realization crept over her. She was alone in this. Her husband, her family—they were all against her. Her husband cheated without remorse, so what would happen next? Divorce her? Because that's the possible action she could predict. Would he even bother to fight for their marriage, or would he simply cast her aside like a worn-out shoe? With a deep breath, she blinked back the tears threatening to spill and looked up at Lawson. "Can we talk alone, somewhere quiet and away from the prying eyes?" she requested, trying to keep her composure from breaking. With his hands deep in his pockets, Lawson turned and walked away, expecting Camila to follow him. Camila stared at her mother-in-law briefly, then at Diane before following after Lawson, steeling herself for the conversation ahead. She trailed behind Lawson, her eyes fixed on his back as he led her to their bedroom. Lawson closed the door behind them, his eyes finally meeting Camila's. "Well?" Camila asked, her voice barely above a whisper. "Are you going to explain what's going on?" Lawson's expression remained impassive, but Camila detected a flicker of something in his eyes. Guilt? Regret? She couldn't quite tell. "Explain what?" Lawson asked. "I don’t owe you an explanation." Camila turned speechless as she chuckled in disbelief. He doesn’t owe her an explanation? Really? "So that child is really yours?" she finally responded. "And you feel you have nothing to explain? Or perhaps you forgot you are married to me?" Lawson turned away, irritated by the conversation. "It seems you've forgotten our agreement, Camila," he said, with condescension. "We had a deal. You knew what you were getting into when you married me." Camila's eyes flashed with anger, but she kept her voice steady. "Our agreement was that I'd be your wife, your partner. Not that I'd stand by and watch you cheat on me with my own cousin." "You're being dramatic, Camila. This doesn't have to be complicated." "Complicated?" Camila repeated, her voice rising. "You're having a child with my cousin, and you think this isn't complicated?" "THIS ISN'T COMPLICATED, CAMILA!" Lawson yelled, his composure finally cracking. "This marriage was arranged by my late father as an act of kindness to you. You have no right to question me or my actions. You're just a beneficiary of my family's generosity." She couldn't believe what she was hearing. The man she thought she knew, the man she loved, was telling her that she was nothing but a charity case. "How dare you," Camila whispered, her voice trembling with rage. "I GAVE YOU MY KIDNEY, LAWSON! DON'T FORGET THAT!"A tiny creak, then soft, dragging footsteps came from the hallway. This all started after one of the masked guys whispered into Alejandro's ear. He had nodded, and from there they had been shuffling here and there, acting like they were getting ready for something.Antonio and Cole froze, eyes glued to the door, waiting. It was just a regular, fancy door, but right then, it felt like something was about to explode in their face. Antonio had a bad feeling in his gut as he strained his eyes on the door.It swung open slowly, revealing two more masked figures. They weren't just standing there, though. Between them, they dragged someone in with hands bound behind their back and a black bag pulled over their head."GET YOUR FILTHY HANDS OFF ME! YOU'LL REGRET THIS, I SWEAR TO GOD!" a muffled, enraged voice screamed as the figure thrashed violently.Cole's body tensed as the figure stumbled in. He shifted slightly on the couch, and you could practically see him holding his breath.Meanwhile,
Alberto started sobbing, his face buried in the arm Alejandro still had around him. His body shook uncontrollably as he tried to wiggle, but Alejandro's didn't budge. Not a bit. Cole remained still, hunched over, his hands clasped in his lap. Silent. Eyes down, looking at the floor as though it were a sacred refuge. "What do you want?" Antonio asked, his voice raw, trying to keep the anger out of it. "Money? Obviously, your bank account will be frozen after the incident and all. Just tell me; I'll do anything."Alejandro wrinkled his nose. His expression was still calm, but the twitch in his eyes was impossible to miss. "Are you trying to insult me?"Antonio's heart skipped a beat. "Of course not.""That does sound like you're trying to insult me." "Of course not. I'm just stating the facts. Should I have been indirect? You prefer subtlety?" Antonio insisted, a tiny smile spreading on his face like it was all sunshine and rainbows, but inside, it was anything but.Alejandro scanne
FEW MINUTES AGOIf anyone had the power to rewind time, Antonio probably wouldn't just trade his entire fortune for it; he'd give his very soul. Just to go back years, to stop others from making the mistakes that would eventually wreck his life, so this sickening reality never even existed.And when he meant "others," he meant Ernesto, his damn father.Now seeing Abuelo lay lifeless in the bed like he wasn't just breathing yesterday, like he wasn't just cracking jokes and throwing sarcastic comments about his unborn child looking like Ernesto, a carbon copy.Abuelo was always so full of life, a booming laugh and sharp wit always ready. Now, he was still. Too still. The room was heavy with a silence that screamed louder than any shout.When Antonio finally got it—the horrifying, undeniable truth that Abuelo was dead—he didn't just shout; he roared. He shook Abuelo's shoulders with enough force to dislocate his own sockets if he weren't careful, as if he could physically jolt life back
"Come on!" Camila groaned, jabbing Antonio's contact on her phone screen. She tapped the call button, pressed the phone to her ear, her feet tapping on the ground. "Come on, pick up, pick up."Madison was right beside her, leaning on the car as Camila paced back and forth with her phone, calling Antonio for the umpteenth time in the last few minutes—well, forty minutes can't be labeled "few" anymore; it's getting to an hour.Camila stopped pacing, ran a finger through her hair, not roughly but gently enough not to ruin her carefully styled curls, letting out a shaky breath. "He's not picking up, Mads. What if something's wrong?"Her voice was barely a whisper as she lowered the phone, staring at the screen as if Antonio's face might magically appear.Madison pushed off the car, her expression softening. "Don't jump to conclusions, Cam. Maybe it's car problems or his phone's dead." She moved closer, putting a comforting hand on Camila's arm. "Let's give him a few more minutes. If he do
Four months. Just four months, and Camila's life had totally flipped. In a good way.Camila took a shaky breath. The car smelled like a flower shop had thrown up inside, all white roses and nervous pre-wedding sweat. Yesterday, they'd done the court thing already. Today was the big church wedding deal. Court papers were already enough, but Antonio insisted on making it big.And the dress? A huge white ball gown, 'cause he wanted her to have the "honor" of walking down the aisle. The baby bump was already practically showing, even at four months. Her "wild card" was definitely not subtle.Moving in with Antonio had been a battle he'd won, mostly. He'd sweet-talked her with promises of taking care of her, telling her to just chill and skip work. But nah, she'd dug her heels in and kept going to the office. They'd finally agreed she'd take maternity leave around four or five months. Given how fast this belly was growing, that was coming up quick. Or had even arrived, probably. After the
Camila nodded slowly, like she was trying to get through to a kid."Yeah, Daddy Antonio, we're gonna be parents. And honestly, it scares the hell out of me." She pulled back a bit to look him in the eyes, surprisingly calm now. "I know, I'm twenty-eight, kinda past the 'ideal' age for a first baby some people say, but this? I wasn't ready, totally like you said. Neither of us were."She paused, then a brighter, almost giddy spark lit up her eyes. "At the same time... There's this weird tingle, like I'm stoked."Antonio's hands were still on her shoulders, his thumbs barely stroking her top. Her words, especially that last bit, seemed to click something into place for him."Stoked?" he mumbled, trying the word out. He looked from her eyes to the small space between them, really trying to picture what "parents" meant.This wasn't just some vague idea anymore. This was them. This was freaking real. It's happening so fast."Yeah, stoked," Camila confirmed, her voice getting stronger, all