The Island He Gave Away for His First Love

I had thought about divorce countless times. If not for Cecilia, I would not have endured this for so long.

And now, only three months after our daughter's passing, Simon was ready to hand this island over to Sophia and her son.

I was utterly disappointed in him.

Taking a deep breath, I looked at Simon and said coldly, "I will never apologize to this woman."

"Simon, since you cherish her and her son so much, you can spend the rest of your life with them!"

Without sparing him another glance, I turned and walked straight toward the beach villa, ignoring the unpleasant expression on his face.

This place held all the things I had carefully arranged for my daughter. I had to take them away before Sophia and her son tainted them.

However, the moment I stepped into the seaside villa and saw the state of the pink room I had decorated for my daughter, I froze.

The walls were covered in random, chaotic graffiti, ruining the intricate designs I had painstakingly created.

The Capybara-themed pajamas and bedsheets I had prepared for my daughter were slashed to shreds.

But the most heartbreaking sight of all was her childhood photos, the ones capturing her life from birth to her final days, which were smeared, defaced, and torn apart, leaving nothing but scattered remnants in the mess.

At this moment, I was shaking with anger.

Sophia put on a look of false remorse and said, "Camila, I'm sorry. Harvey is just a little mischievous. He got too excited after coming here and ended up making a mess."

"But these things are useless now, aren't they? It doesn’t matter if they get thrown away. Don’t take a child’s actions so seriously."

She saw the anger in my eyes and deliberately fanned the flames, provoking me.

I knew exactly what she was trying to do. She wanted me to lose my composure in front of Simon so she could drive a deeper wedge between us.

Well, I would gladly grant her wish.

I slapped her hard.

Sophia stumbled backward, clutching her face in shock. She looked at me in disbelief, as if she never expected that I would actually dare to strike her so fiercely in front of Simon.

Her son, Harvey, erupted in fury. "You bitch! How dare you hit my mother! You’ll die a miserable…"

Before he could finish, my patience snapped. I kicked him away with full force, sending him flying several meters.

Before I could land another blow, Simon rushed over in a rage and struck me across the face.

The slap left me stunned.

In all our years of marriage, this was the first time Simon had ever hit me.

Even he seemed momentarily shocked by what he had done. Still, instead of apologizing, he forced himself to remain firm and scolded me sharply.

"Camila Saunders, are you out of your mind?"

"Sophia already suffers from depression, and you treat her so harshly. What if something happens to her?"

"And Harvey just had a heart, liver, and kidney transplant three months ago! He’s only recently recovered, and you kicked him with full force. What if something happens to him?"

"Apologize to them. Now!"

He wanted me to apologize? To them? Heh, over my dead body!

I could see clearly that Simon was determined to stand by Sophia and her son.

Since that was the case, there was nothing more to say.

With tears streaming down my face, I turned and ran out of Aurora Haven Villa, and my vision blurred with emotion. Behind me, Simon called my name, his voice laced with hesitation as if he wanted to come after me.

However, Sophia clung to Harvey, sobbing pitifully, as if she had suffered the greatest injustice. In the end, Simon stayed behind to comfort the mother and son.

Just as I was crying and about to run to the pier, I suddenly remembered that I had left something behind at the seaside villa.

When I first arrived on the island, I had carefully gathered my daughter's belongings, intending to build a resting place for her here.

The small suitcase holding her treasured belongings had been left behind in Aurora Haven Villa.