SOPHIA’S POV
The recital hall was filled with applause, but none of it reached my heart. People even gave her a standing ovation but sound echoed in my ears like distant thunder.
I sat stiffly there in the VIP section. I kept my hands clenched in my lap. My wolf felt restless inside me.
I watched Tiffany stand from the piano bench and bow. Her white dress glowed under the lights. Her smile was as confident as ever.
I didn’t feel any emotion towards her.
What I felt was a reminder of everything she had taken from me.
My wolf growled low. It was a sound only I could hear. She remembered. She never forgot. Tiffany was talented, yes, but she was also the woman who had stepped into my marriage while I was still breathing, still loving, still fighting.
The applause felt wr
