SOPHIA’S POV
“What?”
“She slapped me,” I said, staring him down. “Your mother. Right across the face.”
His jaw tightened and the air between us turned tight with tension.
“I’m sorry,” he said, softly, catching me off guard with the sincerity in his voice.
“Wait, what?”
“I mean it. I had no idea she would go this far,” he said.
“So is it going to be a continuous thing?” I had to ask.
“Hell, no. It would never happen again. She won’t raise a finger to you anymore,” he said.
I nodded. “Good. You can leave now.”
“We’re getting married on Sunday,” he said like we were discussing a grocery list.
My heart thudded. “Okay.”
He hesitated, then pulled me into a hug. I froze on my feet, my hands by my side. His body felt warm and his arms were strong around me. I took a whiff of his colo
