Sophia had caught a glimpse of Damien pressing Mia against the wall, his body covering hers, his hand disappearing under her dress. She had heard the faint, muffled sounds of pleasure before she turned away, heart pounding with a storm of emotions. Now, two days later, the weight of what she had witnessed was crushing her. The hurt ran deep — not just betrayal, but a strange sense of loss. Her best friend and her favorite uncle. That evening, her boyfriend, Alex, came over. He was tall, kind-hearted, and always calm — the complete opposite of Sophia’s fiery personality. He found her curled up on the couch, hugging a pillow. “Talk to me, baby,” he said gently, sitting beside her and pulling her into his arms. Sophia broke down and told him everything — the stolen glances, the secret meetings, the bathroom at the gala, and how she had caught them at the restaurant. Alex listened without interrupting, rubbing her back soothingly. When she finished, he was quiet for a moment. “
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