Dario's POV
I glared at my phone, still seething with anger. Aubrey's denial hadn't convinced me. I knew the Carvers' was behind the attack.
"Sophia!" I called out, my voice echoing through the room.
Sophia appeared at my side, her expression cold. "What's wrong, Dario?"
"Aubrey's denying any involvement in the attack," I said, my voice bitter.
Sophia raised an eyebrow. "And you're surprised? You should have thought this through before getting yourself involved with Lori."
I frowned, taken aback. "What are you saying?"
"I'm saying you've made your bed, now lie in it," Sophia said, her voice firm. "I have an event to attend, Dario. I don't have time for your messes."
My face fell, shock and anger washing over me. "Sophia, come on. Help me out here. You're my wife-t
