Feeling smug about what he thought was the truth, John confidently dialed Sophia's number, only to realize she had already blocked him.
Frustrated, he gripped his phone so hard his knuckles turned white. Just as he was wracking his brain for a solution, his phone buzzed—it was Sophia calling.
Unknowingly, John let out a small breath of relief before answering, "Hey, babe, calm down, okay? I talked to Olivia. She didn't say anything to Mia. The kid was just out of it because of the fever—it happens. But it's all good now. Olivia's an adult; she won't take it to heart."
"Oh, is that so?" Sophia's tone was icy, her words sharp. "Well, I do. John, I want a divorce."
John froze, the phone pressed against his ear as if rooted in place. Divorce? Did he hear her right? Surely, this had to be a
