Camila's POV
After Henry stormed out of my apartment following our argument, I couldn't help but think about how selfish he was, not even considering my plans or the life I would leave behind just to bend to his will.
Frustration surged through me as I angrily grabbed a pillow from the couch and flung it across the room. It landed with a dull thud on the floor, but it didn't ease my anger one bit.
"Who does he think he is?" I muttered under my breath, pacing back and forth. "To come into my life and dictate how or where I should live to have my baby?"
My chest tightened with resentment. The audacity of Henry thinking he could uproot my entire life without so much as a proper discussion it was infuriating. Fuming with frustration, I paced the living room like a caged lioness, grappling with a storm of emotions that refused to settle.
