Sophia's POV
I stared at my reflection in the mirror, and I found it quite hard to recognize the woman that stared back at me. What the hell was that with Donald? I berated myself, finding it hard to believe I could let him rile me up like that.
I didn't want to think of the glint I saw in his eyes when he mentioned me refusing the divorce settlement. That had broken the calm within me. I had tried to keep a straight face, trying to act all formal but just like I knew him, he had chosen to be petty.
It took all my will power not to hit him across the face when he brought up the divorce. I mean, why the hell would he do that when he was the one who wanted out of our marriage?
I shook my head, refusing to allow the anger burning inside me to continue. If Donald still has the ability to
