Sophia's POV"Get out."Two words. That was all it took for my entire life to faceplant into the dirt.I stood there, staring at the man I’d called my husband for three years, and for a second, I actually thought I’d misheard him.Because I was the one who just walked in on him. I was the one standing in the middle of our matrimonial bedroom watching his assistant scramble to pull a silk sheet over her stupid fake tits."Are you kidding me right now, Marcus?" my voice cracked, and I hated it.Marcus didn't even have the decency to look ashamed. He just sat up, leaning back against the headboard I’d picked out for our anniversary."You heard me, Sophia. I’m done. This marriage has been dead weight for a year, anyway," he said, sounding so casual as if he were ordering a coffee."Dead weight? You were inside her five minutes ago in our bed!""Lower your voice," he snapped. "You’re making a scene."I wanted to scream. I wanted to lung across the room and claw that smug look off his face,
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