SOPHIA’S POV
As a final blow, Anita invited reporters and paparazzi to bombard me with questions as I left the hospital.
I was still in my bloodied wedding dress with nowhere to go. I couldn’t even go back for my things. There would be more press there.
I ignored them and stepped into Jace’s car. The driver was still waiting thankfully.
“Take me to an hotel,” I said.
I had my phone with me so at least I could access the bank account Jace made for me. I haven’t even touched or checked the amount because I’ve never had to use my money.
Except this time, the card was back at the mansion.
Jace was still sedated and I had no one to blame but myself. I couldn’t say I loved him, but I cared. Even though the only thing we had was a contract marriage, part of me had begun to care for h
