The door of the black car swung open, and for one split second, I couldn’t breathe.
My heart slammed against my ribs.
My fingers froze around the steering wheel.
And then—
Sofia stepped out.
Of course.
Of course it was her.
The moment my eyes landed on her, something inside me snapped—sharp, hot, a burst of anger so sudden it felt like a slap from reality.
My blood boiled. My jaw clenched.
I threw my car door open so hard it echoed across the street and stepped out, heels hitting the asphalt like I was about to go to war.
“What gives you the right to block my car?” I snapped, voice cutting through the traffic noise.
But Sofia didn’t even answer.
She just marched straight toward me, wild-eyed, face twisted with something between jealousy and desperation. And before I could regis
