~Camila’s POV~

It’s been about a week since I left the United States, and the only thing I’m missing is my son. I feel like a bad mother leaving him behind, but then I don’t know if Chris and his ex-wife sorted their difference and Liam is still mine. My mind is all over the place, but I want my son. I’m not sure why I have such a deep connection with the boy. I mean, he has nothing to do with me. His parents have most likely been fucking every day since I left. I think it is high time for me to come to terms with reality. I married him in order to get a United States residency. But I don’t care anymore. I wanted to accomplish things my own way, without the assistance of my family.

I hate it when they help me. I really don’t call for help and when I do ask for help they will come running as they know that I hardly ask for help. I heard a knock at the door before.

“Come in,” I said.

The door swung open to reveal the only person in the universe who brightens my day. I jumped at the chance to hug him.

“My baby!”

“Mommy, I missed you.”

“Who brought you here, mi cielito?” I twirled him around.

“Why did you leave me, Mommy?”

your Mommy will never leave you. Mommy came here on a business trip. How can I leave a fine boy like you? Oh my

coming back with

this boy. He is my entire universe. But then, I was going to lose him to his mother and father. We took pictures. My family has a little vineyard. We do not sell our

my family is an architect. I am one, but I never went to school to become one. I learned by simply sitting and watching my father draw. I decided to forge my own way. I opted to design clothes. I took Liam on a tour of our coffee estate, explaining everything he needed to know about

brought you

myself. Grandpa promised me that the pilot would take me to you, so I came and was driven

come

the other

baby, I’m so sorry; mommy

coming home with

you, darling. Have you

to and from school. Mommy,

You are my entire world. Why should I be angry with you? Let’s go grab

and I strolled over to the dining table and took a seat. I noticed my father looking at me, then his gaze moved to

the family business, and I dislike attending functions. As a result, just a few people are aware of my existence. Those that do know me

Grandpa.” Liam went to my father, and my

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