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.