Sophia's POV
The Hamptons estate where Isabella's bridal shower was being held looked like something out of a magazine. It should have been beautiful. Instead, it felt like walking into a perfectly orchestrated nightmare.
I stood at the edge of the crowd, watching my twin sister hold court at the center of attention. Isabella looked radiant in a flowing white sundress, her laughter ringing across the manicured lawn as she regaled her friends with stories about her upcoming wedding to Michael. My former fiancé. The man who'd promised to love me forever before deciding my sister was a better option.
The irony wasn't lost on me. Here I was, attending a party celebrating the woman who'd stolen my life, while my own husband was nowhere to be found. Again.
When I'd mentioned Isabella's party
