Emily
My entire body froze the moment I saw her. Sophie. Lucas’s ex-wife.
She looked flawless, as always—her cream blouse tucked neatly into a fitted skirt, her heels clicking lightly against the pavement as she shifted her weight. Her smile was sharp, like glass, pretty on the surface but jagged underneath. And her eyes—piercing, deliberate—were locked onto me.
I felt the blood drain from my face. What was she doing here?
“Emily,” she said sweetly, though the edge in her voice could cut through steel. “How interesting to find you here… at this exact gate.”
I swallowed, forcing myself to stand tall though my insides trembled. “Sophie. What do you want?”
She tilted her head, studying me the way a hawk studies its prey. “Oh, nothing much. Just a little… curiosity. I wanted to see where
