Sophia's POV.
I stood there with Damian as he held me himself, staring right into my eyes, almost leaning closer to me, and I did not know how to feel as I used all the strength in me to pull myself out of his grip, standing some steps away from him this time.
We were still staring at each other in a cold silence, and neither of us was saying a word.
"Sophia, I'm sorry; I know I promised; I just..." He said to me, but I could not finish the statement. His voice all of a sudden faded.
"I know that you might be going through some memory lane that pains you so much, Damian, but I am not your wife. I'm sorry that I remind you of her, but I am not her, and I feel like it's dangerous keeping me here," I said to him, and this time I was not sounding angry; I was just worried that a lot of dam
