62 — I'll be the best father I can be.

SELENA

"You scoundrel!" I yelled, my hands clutching his neck in a death grip. He let out a surprised grunt, his eyes wide with shock. I was beyond angry, and I couldn't control my fury. I wanted to hurt him, to make him feel the pain he had caused me.

But then I remembered my son, who was watching this all unfold. I forced myself to take a deep breath, trying to calm my racing heart. I couldn't let my emotions get the best of me, not in front of him.

It was like Pedro had stripped away my carefully constructed armour, leaving me exposed and vulnerable. My secrets, my pain, and my deepest fears were all laid bare before him. I trembled with the weight of it all, my hands shaking against his neck. I was suddenly hyper-aware of my heart, pounding wildly in my chest. I could feel it in my ears, my throat, my head. It felt like it might burst out of my body at any moment.

I took another deep breath, trying to centre myself. But it was difficult, with Pedro lying beneath me, watching me