Sophia stood frozen in the doorway. “Damien.” His head snapped in her direction. The moment he noticed her, he quickly pulled away from the woman and grabbed the towel lying beside the bed, wrapping it around himself. “Sophia, what are you doing here?” he said with anger. “What am I doing here? Isn't today our anniversary?” He didn't answer. Sophia scoffed, the sound bitter even to her own ears. “You didn't remember?” Her gaze shifted toward the woman still lying on the bed, her hand propped beneath her chin as she watched them with an almost amused expression. “And who is she?” Sophia demanded, pointing at her. “A friend,” Damien said flatly. His voice was quiet, almost emotionless, and Sophia almost laughed at the absurdity of his answer. “A friend?” She stared at him in disbelief. “You call her a friend when you were both naked in the same bed?” Tears welled in Sophia's eyes, but she stubbornly held them back. She refused to cry in front of him. Not yet. “You sai
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