(Marcus)
I sat in the living room of my penthouse, Victoria nearby, my phone face down on the coffee table. The morning light came through the windows, but it did nothing to ease the tension in the air. Sophie had blocked me. Every number I had used to reach her was gone.
Victoria watched me quietly, her wine glass in hand. She had always been observant. I reminded myself that she understood my need to regain control after what happened to me.
I opened the photos Bryce had sent me from the gala the night before. Sophie and Alexander Knight. Dancing, walking together, smiling, clearly comfortable with each other. Her expression showed happiness. The timing of it all was perfect. Our divorce had been finalized just last week. These photos would make it look like she moved on immediately,
