Sophie’s POVI hadn’t heard her come in. Too lost in my own head replaying every word I’d thrown at Derek upstairs like some desperate gambler pushing all her chips onto the table. My heart gave one hard thud as I turned.There she stood in her silk robe, arms folded under her chest, that special curl on her lips reserved just for me. Not quite a smile, not quite a sneer. Something worse. Something that said she enjoyed watching me bleed.Her eyes dragged over me slowly, head to toe and back again, like I was something stuck to the bottom of her expensive shoe.“Making breakfast for a husband who doesn’t even want you,” she murmured, shaking her head with fake pity. “You really cannot get more pathetic than this, can you, Sophie?”The words hit exactly where they always did. Two years had taught her all my soft spots, and she never missed. I felt them sink in, cold and deep, but I’d had two years of practice too. I knew how to keep my face blank even when everything inside me was scre
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