Numia's tears turned into wails. She fell to her knees, clutching her stomach like she was in pain. "All I want is for my child to have a comfortable childhood. To sleep in a nice bed, to wear nice clothes, to be nourished by the best supplements. If I still had my own money, I would have been able to provide these things like I did for my first son. But now, I have lost everything. My money. My dignity. My parents won't speak to me anymore because they don't want to be implicated in Paris's crimes. I have lost my family. All I want is a nice crib. Why can't I have it?"
Christo looked at Sienna, his eyes filled with shame, and a little expectation. She could tell that he was about to give in to his wife and ask her to concede. He was carrying the guilt of Paris's actions like a crown on his head. The fact that it cost his wife everything would never be erased.
