Hearing Camilla use the name I'd chosen for my son was a new kind of torture.I remembered snuggling in Marcello's arms and suggesting, "Marcello, if our baby is a boy, let's call him Leo. Brave like a lion, just like you. What do you think?"Marcello had smiled tenderly. "I love it. And if it's a girl, we'll call her Bella. Beautiful, like you."But now, all I could do was watch as Camilla held my husband's arm, raised my child, and used the nickname I had created.Every word was a blade, twisting deeper than any physical pain.Just then, a nanny came in, holding a crying baby.Camilla smiled, took the child, and soothed him in her arms.Once the baby quieted down, she suddenly looked at me. "Phoebe, you haven't met my son yet, have you? Right, we gave birth on the same day, but your baby died. Why don't you hold him? Get a feel for it."My head gave an instinctive nod before I shook it violently.I didn't dare.I was afraid if I held him once, I'd want to hold him forever. I'd want t
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