The next days blurred into a haze. Sophia remained on edge, half-expecting Zayna to show up again, or worse-for something to blow up between her and Victor. Though Victor had said he would take care of it, the tension within their walls was palpable. He was more distant now, distracted by work, or perhaps by something else-she just couldn't place her finger on. But Sophia knew she needed to keep her emotions at bay. This wasn't the time to fall apart.
Her plan to confront Zayna without stooping to her level continued to brew in her mind. She wasn't going to play Zayna's games, nor was she going to sit idly by and let her poison her marriage.
That morning, as she sat at the breakfast table scrolling through her phone absent-mindedly, a text showed up from Lexie.
"Coffee later?" it read-a
