My husband took my stepdaughter to spend christmas with his ex and said i wasn’t her real mother… so i agreed to the divorce, accepted my promotion, and vanished before they returned

about the trip,” Alexander said.

Mariana never looked at him. “No, we don’t.”

His jaw tightened. “Mariana.”

“Camila is eating breakfast.”

Camila looked between them. “What trip?”

Alexander’s expression shifted. He had hoped to control the conversation, to package it as a gift instead of an exile. He crouched beside Camila and smiled too broadly.

“Your mom—Renata—and continue reading …