Sophie woke up to the smell of coffee.
For a brief, disorienting second, everything felt normal. Then last night came rushing back. The midnight whisper. The birthday call. The promises meant for another woman.
And just like that, whatever lingering doubt she still carried vanished.
The strange thing was that Sophie wasn't heartbroken anymore. She thought she would be. Three years of marriage should have earned at least that much. Instead, all she felt was an almost frightening sense of clarity.
It was ironic how quickly the heart adjusted. Just yesterday she was hurting, almost grieving the c***k in her marriage. She had hoped for things to be just her misunderstanding because the look Adrian gave was still the same; pure, loving. But now all that remained was a quiet, unwavering ange
