“What did you just say?”
Sophia’s lips curled into a smirk, the tears drying up like magic. She tossed her hair back, standing taller. “You heard me, you old hag. Your fiancé likes it young. And oh, the way he f****d me—I couldn’t get enough. That’s why he kept coming back for more. I loved every second of it.”
My heart slammed against my ribs. The room spun for a split second, but I locked my knees. I wouldn’t fall. Not in front of her.
“How dare you,” I hissed, my fists clenched so tight my nails dug into my palms.
Sophia laughed—a high, mocking sound that scraped my skin. “God, you need to hear when he speaks of you. It’s full comedy. He says you moan like a granny.”
I laughed. A real, cold laugh that surprised even me. “So he said that.”
Sophia nodded, her eyes gleaming with veno
