SOPHIA’S POV
I woke up the next morning from someone throwing something at me and at the cell gate. The ground I had slept in was uncomfortable and my back was sore.
I sat up and stretched a little but the pain didn’t ease.
“Hello, Sophia,” Isabella said sweetly, almost mockingly. “Did you miss me? Don’t worry you’ll get used to it. My body doesn’t hurt anymore.”
I almost turned away from her, my voice icy. “Don’t play games, Isabella. I know Beverly brought you here. And I know she’s using you to manipulate me. So tell me, what’s your part in this?”
Her smile widened, and she shrugged. “Part? I’m just… enjoying my sweet vacation. Besides, you’re always so dramatic. You act like I actually wanted to hurt anyone.”
I exhaled sharply, my fists clenching. “You faked that pregnancy for
