Sophia's phone buzzed loudly, cutting through the heavy silence. Her hands shook as she grabbed it, seeing Marcus's name on the screen. Her heart was beating so fast it hurt.

"Marcus?" Her voice came out like a whisper. Her face was white as paper. "Please come back. Where are you?"

"I'm exactly where I should be. I'm going to get my wife back. I'm not coming home, Sophia. You need to pack your Louis Vuitton bags and get out of my penthouse by tomorrow. When Ava comes back, I don't want her ...