DANE'S POV

"Camilla," I called out, my voice firm. She didn’t even flinch, her cold, hard glare fixed on Astrid.

Astrid, who looked exhausted and fragile. She had just given birth. She needed rest, not this. She shouldn’t be standing here, facing Camilla.

All I could think was, ‘Have I ever done anything right?’ Ever since she came into my life, all I’d done was cause her pain and worry. And now I had a son too.

I couldn’t let this cruel fate fall on them both. They deserved peace— ‘they deserved better than me.’

Camilla took a step forward, her lips curling into a cruel smile. Her eyes locked...