SOPHIA’S POV
The room spun.
Every breath I took scraped down my throat like broken glass.
The screen still glowed behind me, showing flashes of skin that weren’t mine, and sounds that weren’t my voice. But no one cared about the truth in this world. They only saw what they wanted to see.
I stepped back. The floor felt unsteady beneath my heels and my chest heaved but no air came.
Jace’s voice thundered across the hall. “Turn it off! Turn that damn thing off!”
The panicked DJ fumbled with the laptop. The screen went black, but it was already too late.
The damage was done.
This is old news.
The baby might not even be his, poor guy.
Sophia is just a social climber.
It’s always one scandal or another with her.
Who films themselves cheating on their husband?
The guests whis
