SOPHIA’S POV
Anita gasped, her face twisting in anger. “You are insane! You dare drag the Thorne name through this?”
Isabella’s face fell. “Anita… It’s me. I’m still carrying the Thorne’s heir.”
“My husband’s child,” Anita spat. “How could you do this to me?”
The room turned still. I stayed quiet because I wanted to hear every word.
“Anita,” Isabella whispered, her voice trembling. “I didn’t plan for this. He came to me. He said he wanted me.”
Anita slapped her so hard the sound cracked through the silence. “Shut your mouth. You think I will let you stand here and admit this filth?”
Her eyes widened. She could never have thought Anita would treat her as she treated me.
It felt nice to see the face slapping. Literally. But not as nice as I thought it would be.
Jace stepped forwar
