SOPHIA’S POV
I stepped out onto the balcony before Jace could press further and my phone buzzed again.
My private investigator wasn’t giving me room to stall.
The glass door slid open behind me and Jace’s curious voice followed. “Sophia? What’s going on?”
I locked my phone before he could see and I turned with a smooth smile.
“Nothing,” I lied.
But nothing about this was nothing and if Beverly was helping Isabella then the betrayal wasn’t just from outside my marriage.
It was sitting right under my roof.
“So about what I said?” he asked.
“I like what we have, Jace,” I said. “We’ve had our ups and downs but I don’t think a real marriage would survive under these circumstances.”
He smiled. “We can start slow. Just try it out and see how things go.”
“And your mistresses?” I ask
