Zara's POV
“Kneel and apologize to you?” I almost laugh out of pure anger—at Sophia, and at myself.
I assumed a sharp woman like Ashley would bring something substantial to the table if she dared to meet with me. I was prepared for that, ready to pay a heavy price for the truth.
But this? She sends Sophia to deliver a humiliating demand that sounds like a sick joke. Is she playing me?
Maybe the pressure has finally gotten to Ashley. Maybe she’s lost her mind and isn’t trying to fight me anymore, just taunt me. The so-called truth is probably just another lie.
I look up at Sophia, my eyes cold. “In your dreams,” I spit out, standing up to leave the coffee shop.
But just as I turn, Sophia stops me.
“Zara,” she scoffs, crossing her arms. “No interest at all in the truth about your moth
