Sofia’s POV
The air in the room felt suffocating, heavy with the scent of Alex’s cologne and his mistress’s expensive perfume.
I tried to shift, to sit up properly, but my body protested, each bruise screaming in agony. Alex’s mistress, whose name I refused to say even in my thoughts, giggled as she leaned into him, her nails trailing along his chest.
“She’s so weak,” she cooed, her voice dripping with fake pity. “It’s honestly a miracle she’s still alive.”
Alex smirked, his gaze flicking back to me. “She’s stubborn,” he mused as if I weren’t a person, just some object to be analyzed. “But stubbornness can be broken.”
My breath hitched as he suddenly moved forward, grabbing my arm and yanking me to my feet. Pain shot through my body, and my legs were barely able to hold me up.
“A-Ale
