Camilla's POV
Tom's expression turned ice cold, his jaw clenching so hard I could see the muscle twitching beneath his skin.
"I don't give a damn if you walk out that door," he snarled, his voice dropping to a dangerous whisper that sent chills down my spine. "But her? You're not taking my daughter anywhere."
"Yes, I am," I replied, my voice steadier than I felt inside. My pulse hammered against my throat, but something deep within me refused to back down anymore. "Joy is my child too, Tom. She shouldn't have to witness her father treating her mother like garbage."
His eyes became slits of pure fury as he moved closer, his imposing frame casting a shadow over me. The bedroom suddenly felt smaller, darker, suffocating. "You think you can just pack up and disappear with her?" he roared, his voice bouncing off the walls.
