CHAPTER 49
SOPHIA
The park seemed like a suitable place for a date—serene, with a gentle breeze stirring the leaves. Lucas was talking animatedly about his classes, blissfully unaware of the turmoil raging inside me. That's when the message arrived.
A photo of Lucas and me, taken from a discreet distance, accompanied by a message: "Caught in the act." The sender wasn't shy about it; they had copied Henry's email, ensuring he got front-row seats to my little drama.
My heart sank as Henry's call came through. "Where are you, Sophia?"
"In the park," I mumbled, glancing around nervously.
"I'll be right there."
His voice had an edge, a tone that hinted at trouble. As I waited, guilt gnawed at me. I knew I had messed up big time.
When Henry arrived, his expression was a mix of disappoint
