Sophia’s P.O.V

“You’re just a petty woman who can’t stand to see me happy, can you?” 

My heart shattered at his words, and I felt tears prickling at the corners of my eyes, not from the slap but from the sheer weight of his accusation. I opened my mouth to respond, to beg him to listen, to tell him how wrong he was, but the words got stuck in my throat. What was the point? He wouldn’t believe me—not with Gabriella standing there, the perfect picture of ...