SOPHIA’S POV
There was only one way to fix this.
I had to face Isabella and come up with a plan to find out who was behind the secret getting out.
It took me two hours to find the new apartment she was staying in. It was in a less expensive neighborhood and a dog almost bit me if the driver hadn’t step in on time.
I knocked on her door.
The door swung open before I could even knock a second time.
Isabella stood there with her hands folded over her small bump and her eyes calculating.
“Sophia,” she said. “I wasn’t expecting a visit.”
“I need to talk to you,” I said, pushing past her before she could stop me.
She didn’t move. She only let the door swing wider.
“Talk about what? We have nothing to talk about. Just get ready for my pay back” she asked, a smile tugging at the co
