Kena looked at Sophie, searching for any hint of heartache or hesitation in her eyes, but there was nothing there.
“You really are cold-hearted, aren’t you?”
Everyone knew how Colby had treated Sophie, not just their friends but the whole world, thanks to the extravagant wedding he’d thrown. If it weren’t for the recent headlines, they’d still be the couple everyone envied—the picture-perfect pair.
Kena suddenly asked, “So, because of one medical report, you’re just going to dismiss all the love he’s shown you?”
Sophie's voice turned icy. “He doesn’t even know what love means. If even science dismisses such feelings, how am I supposed to believe his love is real?”
Sophie seemed drained, uninterested in discussing it further. “Don’t bring up anything about Colby around me. We’re done.”
She turned her gaze out the car window.
The car pulled up to the Minton family’s villa, and Sophie was the first to step out. Kena watched her make her way inside before telling the driver to move on.
Sophie took in the familiar surroundings, recalling how anxious she’d been the last time she was here, worried she’d never escape the Minton family’s overwhelming hold. Now, she was merely a guest.
Lost in thought, she didn’t notice the shadow slipping closer until a large hand pulled her into the dark.
And then, the scent of tobacco hit her.
The smell was both familiar and strange—it had been ages since she’d last encountered it.
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