Elena looked at Sofia, her brows pulling together.
“Sofia… is something wrong with me?” she asked quietly, almost afraid of the answer.
Sofia shook her head firmly. “No, Elena,” she said, her voice gentle but certain.
“Then why?” Elena pressed, frustration slipping into her tone. “Why is Liam refusing to divorce me? I’m tired, Sofia. I just want peace of mind.”
Sofia reached out and placed a hand on her shoulder, squeezing softly.
“Don’t worry. He’ll eventually let go. But for now…” a small smile tugged her lips, “you can just have some fun.”
Elena frowned. “Fun? We’re not even legally divorced yet.”
Sofia giggled. “Legally divorced or not, it doesn’t matter, Elena. He has his life, and you have yours.”
She slipped her arm around Elena’s shoulders, leaning closer.
“I’m your friend
