Chapter 13
The following week became a slow torture of smiles I didn’t feel and distance I forced myself to create.
Sophia’s presence had infected every corner of the trauma department. She moved like she owned the place — always perfectly composed, always finding reasons to be at Ethan’s side. During rounds she stood so close their arms brushed. In between cases she brought him the exact coffee he liked and reminisced loudly about their shared history. Every laugh, every lingering touch chipped away at something fragile inside me.
I told myself I was being ridiculous. Ethan had chosen me. He showed me every night in his bed how obsessed he was with my body — my soft belly, thick thighs, heavy breasts. But the voice in my head grew louder with every passing day.
You don’t deserve him.
