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I knew it!
I fucking knew that Shana being here was going to bite me in the ass. I have no clue how Sophie ended up home so early, but she must have seen or talked to her.
Storming to my bedroom, I throw the door open so hard it slams into the wall. The bitch is stretched out naked on my bed. My and Sophie’s bed. The comforter and anything else she touched will have to be burned to ash now.
“Finally,” she says, as if put out that I made her wait for a visit I didn’t even fucking want.
“She saw you here, didn’t she?”
“Who?” she asks innocently, finally sitting up.
“My wife!”
“That wasn’t my fault. She wasn’t supposed to be here.”
“What the fuck did you say to her?” I shout across the room. My fists clench with the urge to choke the life out of her, but I don’t want to touch her naked body long enough to do that. When she doesn’t answer, I roar, “Answer me! What did you say to my wife?”
She glances away, then says, “I may have mentioned that you were with me the night of the attack.”
“You stupid fucking bitch!” I yell. “Get the fuck out of here. You’re done. And if you ever step foot near this house again or any of the brothels, you’ll be shot on sight.”
32
Sophie
The first place I go when I get home is to my father’s office. I barge past his guards, Toni and Lena hot on my heels, and go in without knocking. He’s not sitting at his desk but leaning against the front of it looking at his phone. He straightens when he sees me.
“Sophie? What’s wrong?”
“Daddy…” That’s all I get out before I burst into tears. His arms sweep me into a hug, letting me cry on his chest. “Please don’t make me go back. Please…”
“I won’t. I won’t.”
His palm rubs up and down my back, trying to soothe me.
When the sobs finally slow, he leans back to see my face, drying my cheeks with his blue silk handkerchief. Scowling, he asks me calmly, “Do you want me to kill him?”
I immediately shake my head no. Despite how much I’m hurting, I don’t want Lochlan dead. That’s one of the reasons I didn’t tell my father that we had sex the night before the wedding or ask him for an emergency contraceptive pill.
Now, I just want…I don’t even know what I want anymore.
There’s no apology that can ever fix this. There’s absolutely nothing Lochlan can do to make me forgive him.
I stupidly trusted him, believed him when he told me he hadn’t been with anyone else. And when I needed him most, he was with her.
What I can’t wrap my head around is why I’m so surprised and upset. I knew from the beginning, before I married him, that he was a dirty, heartless scoundrel. I fully expected him to cheat on me, especially when he wouldn’t promise to be faithful. It’s why I tried to keep my distance, why I refused to sleep in his bed with him. And yet, still, somehow, I fell for him, despite knowing the risks.
It’s like how the tennis club is scared to have me around. They’re smart enough to not take any chances around the kids. I shouldn’t have taken any risks with Lochlan, with my heart. I knew better, but did it anyway because…
No. I can’t be in love with him. I barely know him! We’ve only been married a few weeks.
A few weeks that have changed my life, changed me in every possible way. Lochlan was the first person who made me feel like an adult. He made me feel beautiful and special, giving me his undivided attention, like I was the center of his world.
But it was all a lie.
“What do you need me to do, Soph?” my father asks.
I can’t help my wince when I ask him, “Could you get me a pregnancy test?”
