Chapter 3
Chapter 3
Sophie hit speaker phone.
Looked all shaky and nervous-but I saw that smug little spark in her eyes.
She whimpered into the phone like a kicked puppy.
“Babe, you gotta get down here. There’s this psycho claiming I’m not your wife-that she is.”
Her voice went all wobbly. “And she’s screaming at everyone, saying the center gave me her room. I don’t know what to do…”
Damien’s voice came roaring through the speaker.
“She did what? She showed up there to mess with you?!”
“Don’t move. I’m coming. Right now.”
Just like that-crazy bitch stamp, approved.
Everyone stared at me like I’d just pissed on the carpet.
A couple women rushed over to comfort Sophie, patting her arm. “Don’t let that nutjob get to you, honey.”
Sophie ducked her head, biting her lip all fragile-like.
“My husband’s so good to me. Dropped eighty grand on this place without even thinking twice.”
She glanced my way. “Maybe you should leave before he gets here. This is gonna get messy, and I really don’t want you getting hurt.”
How sweet of her.
Translation: You already lost, bitch.
I was clenching my jaw so hard I tasted blood.
Damien showed up in record time.
He stormed through those doors, shoved me aside like I was a fucking chair, and pulled Sophie into his arms.
“Hey, hey-I got you. You’re safe. Nobody’s gonna touch you.”
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Chapter 3
I’m eight months pregnant. I nearly ate shit right there on the floor.
I grabbed the reception desk at the last second. If I hadn’t-
Rage exploded in my chest like a grenade.
Sophie melted into him, and they started making out. Full-on tongue. Right in front of everyone.
“You’re the best, baby,” she purred. “Can you deal with her? I can’t get through to her.”
Damien finally looked at me.
Zero guilt. Zero shame.
He let go of Sophie, stepped up, and slapped me across the face.
“Sophie Bennett, are you out of your goddamn mind?! I felt sorry for you ’cause you’re knocked up too, so I threw you a bone at work. And you repay me by showing up here to terrorize my wife?”
I cupped my stinging cheek, staring at this man like he’d sprouted a second head.
Because I didn’t know him anymore.
Before today, he could at least fake being nice to me.
Now? He just hit me.
His pregnant wife.
I replayed everything. Ever since I got pregnant, he’d been snapping at me more and more. Always “stuck at the office.” Always telling me to “stop being paranoid.”
And Sophie’s name kept popping up.
Of fucking course it did.
How did I marry such a stupid, worthless sack of shit?
Something inside me went ice-cold.
“Damien. Say it again.”
“Who the hell am I? And who the hell is she?”
His eyes flickered with panic for half a second. Then he puffed up his chest and doubled down.
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