"Sof, you should be with me," John said, his voice low, eyes gleaming with something too dark to be love. "Adam's world isn't yours. You'll never belong there. You were always mine. You still are."
"Don't touch me, John!" Sofia snapped, recoiling as he reached for her. Her voice trembled with fury and disgust. Her hand slapped his away as he cupped her face—just as Beatrice, standing smugly in the corner, lifted her phone and started filming.
"You didn't mind when I touched you before," John said with a cruel smirk. "What, money changed you now? Or did you just forget where you came from?"
"Please, John," Sofia's voice cracked, pain bleeding through her defiance. "You cheated on me with Carla. You broke me. I begged you to stop hurting me. I believed in you—I thought you were better than this."
