Sofija’s POV
I was seething mad! Who did that b***h think she was. I looked in the mirror at my cheek, it had turned red, and it hurt. I knew that I would have an ugly bruise there tomorrow. I gave a little scream and banged my hands on the dresser. Of course I had given all that information to the magazine and even tweaked some of it to make her look bad but it’s not like some of it wasn’t true! She was pretending to be a nice person just so she could come here and take control of everything.
Joud walked into the room, he didn’t acknowledge me at all. He went to the bathroom and began stripping off his clothes. I followed him there. “Not even a hi?” I asked him.
“Sofija when are you going to grow up?! As your husband I asked you to drop this vendetta you have against Soraya and you
