Sophia's POV
I didn't know when Vito came home last night.
The breakfast table stretched between us like a battlefield, silent except for the clink of silverware against porcelain. He sat at the head of the table, eyes fixed on his newspaper. I sat three chairs away, pushing scrambled eggs around my plate.
Neither of us spoke.
When he finally set down the paper, I watched him prepare to leave.
"I need to go out," I said quietly. "I have things to do. People to see."
His expression didn't change. "You know the rules."
"You can't keep me locked in this house forever."
"I'm not keeping you locked anywhere." He wheeled his chair toward the door. "You want to leave the estate? There's one way to make that happen. Get pregnant. Moving to the guest room won't change anything."
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