Lucas
Sophie tilted her head back against the wall, her eyes glassy with intoxication as she swirled the champagne bottle like it was some kind of trophy. I stood across from her, arms folded, my patience wearing thinner by the second.
“Tell me something, Sophie,” I said evenly, forcing my tone to remain calm though I was seconds from snapping. “Did you ever receive the divorce papers?”
For the briefest moment, her expression froze. Then she laughed, and it echoed... loud, shrill, and bitter.
“Divorce papers?” She scoffed and pointed the bottle at me, spilling some of its contents onto the floor. “Oh, Lucas… Lucas, Lucas, Lucas. You and your pretty little contracts.” She hiccupped. “You think a piece of paper is going to get rid of me?”
I clenched my jaw, studying her face. The smudg
