Sophia came out of the room, her skin faintly carrying the scent of ointment.
As soon as she stepped out, her flirtatious expression turned cold. Once we were back in the bedroom, she immediately rushed to the bathroom, scrubbing her hands for what felt like an eternity.
Lying next to me, she muttered, "He's the most hypocritical man I've ever seen. It's disgusting."
"It's hard to accept that I once loved him," I added, feeling equally repulsed.
Then, I grabbed Sophia's hand, anxiety tugging at me.
"Are you okay?"
She shook her head. "He didn't dare try anything yet."
"Good." I sighed with relief. "Everything is going according to plan."
Sophia stayed at my place for four days before Billy showed up.
"Where's my child? Is he here?" he demanded, his eyes wild with panic.
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