“It is complicated, Camila. This is all your fault. If you didn’t sell off your daughter like some piece of trash, I wouldn’t be having this hard time.”
She flung her hands. “Come off with the blame. You are not a saint either, Smith.”
“For once in your life, take responsibility for your actions, Camila. I just can’t believe that I was once in love with you.”
She gave a small chuckle and rubbed her fingers together like she was counting coins. She didn’t look at him.
“You hid the fact that you had our babies for a year and three months!” he said, stepping closer.
“Yes, I did!” She rose to her toes. “Because you left when I told you I had a seven-year-old child. You never loved kids. What happened when you left? Six months later, you got married. So, don’t get me started.”
He closed
