Sophia sat in her living room, the tension from the encounter with Marcus still buzzing in her mind. She had refused to let the expensive gifts distract her from the fact that Alex had hurt her deeply. After slamming the door, she felt a mixture of anger and sadness wash over her. How could he think that lavish presents would make everything okay? Did he truly believe that material things could heal the pain he caused?
“Does he really think I'm some materialistic gold digger?” She asked herself rhetorically, her voice barely above a whisper, as if saying it out loud would somehow make it more real.
She hadn’t gone to work that day. Sara had insisted she take time off to rest, and at that moment, she was grateful for it. The thought of facing her coworkers, of pretending that everything w
