Sofia curled her fingers tightly around the mug, the heat seeping into her palms doing little to thaw the growing cold in her chest.
Adam had just told her he needed to leave early—something about back-to-back meetings, tight schedules, and calls he couldn't miss. She'd smiled and nodded, like the perfect wife she was trying so hard to be.
But deep down she already knew. And when she saw the headlines later—that sleek black car parked outside Natalia's house, it hit harder than she'd prepared for.
Of course, Sofia expected it. She had always known there were shadows in Adam's heart that didn't belong to her. But it didn't mean it hurt any less.
Still, she remained composed. She took a breath, straightened her shoulders, and walked out of the mansion with her head high. Not as a broken woman—but as someone who refused to be reduced to one.
Because she would never surrender her love for Adam. Not to the past. And certainly not to Natalia.
