SOPHIA’S POV
I stood there in my tiny apartment.
Damien and Simon had broken into my home. Lance was standing beside me in nothing but a towel. This whole situation had spiraled completely out of control.
Simon was staring at me like I'd committed the worst crime in the world. His expression was full of disgust and judgment. It made my wolf snarl inside me.
Who was he to judge me?
"You're unbelievable," Simon said, shaking his head. "You're standing here defending this man while your husband is right in front of you. While your daughter is at home waiting for her mother. How can you live with yourself?"
Something inside me snapped. My wolf pushed forward, lending me strength.
“How can I live with myself? How can you live with yourself, Simon?"
"What's that suppose
