Sophia's POV
I slipped off his lap so quickly I nearly stumbled, my legs unsteady after what had just happened between us. The sudden absence of his warmth, his touch, left me feeling exposed and disoriented in the candlelit room.
Why did I have to mention her name?
The question hammered through my mind as I stood there clutching the ruins of my wedding dress against my chest. One moment we'd been lost in each other, sharing something that had felt real and intimate and precious. The next, I'd destroyed it all by asking about Maria.
Stupid. So incredibly stupid.
But I'd needed to know. Even as pleasure still hummed through my system, even as my body continued to tremble from his touch, I couldn't ignore the elephant in the room. The other woman. The one he'd promised to marry twenty y
