Sophia’s POV
If last night taught me anything, it’s that relying on a man is like trying to build a skyscraper on a foundation of shifting sand. Vito’s explosive temper and his inexplicable devotion to Maria’s every whim had left me feeling more than just exhausted—I felt enlightened.
I couldn't control the Romano family drama, and I certainly couldn't control the volatile man I was married to. But I could control my career. I could control my research. In the cold, sterile world of a laboratory, things followed logic and reason.
That’s why, despite the lingering ache in my muscles from the car accident and the heavy weight behind my eyes, I dragged myself out of bed at 5:00 AM. A few bruises and a cracked pride weren't going to stop me.
Walking into the office felt different this morn
