Avalana’s POV
The kids frowned in sadness. Both of them went quiet and so did Vincenzo. I was hurting from inside too. I had made a vow to never go back to that godforsaken mansion again, there was too much hurt, sadness, anger, hatred and suffering I left back at that place. Just a thought of going back was enough to make me sick. Thinking about the mansion brought back the four painful years. Even if I got to reconnect with my kids, I couldn’t forget where I came from, where was I in last four years. There was no way I wanted to see old faces.
“Why momma?” Silvio asked in a low, sad tone. My heart broke further.
“Once that baby is born, I want a paternity test. If the child is mine it stays with me and you leave my f*****g country. And if I find out that you had been whoring
