AUTHOR’S POV
More than Scarlett’s incessant whining as they walked out of the mall, The image of Sophia’s unperturbed countenance gnawed at Maxwell’s guts. He couldn’t shake away the unmistakable feeling that she knew something he didn’t.
He had tried all he could to rile her up but it was as though she couldn’t care less. That wasn’t the Sophia he knew. Sophia worries, Sophia overthinks the outcome of little details which made her an excellent designer, Sophia spends an entire hour stressing over what to make for breakfast.
How was it that that very same Sophia could appear so unfazed after signing their divorce papers, more so, seeing him with the very woman he discarded her for.
Something wasn’t adding up but for his own life, Maxwell couldn’t place his finger on it.Exacerbating his
