SOFIA'S POV
I finally got back home to my apartment and slipped my shoes off by the door, letting out a long sigh. Geez, the whole day had been exhausting. My feet were sore, my back ached, and the tension in my shoulders felt like stone. But despite it all, I felt good — actually, better than good. I felt satisfied.
Because today, I’d finally done something I’d been wanting to do for so long. I had faced that so-called wife of Ethan’s — Lauren — and shown her, without saying it outright, that I wasn’t just another fling he’d hide away in the dark. No, I was different. I was the woman carrying his child. That fact alone changed everything. It gave me leverage, power — a path forward that belonged to me and no one else.
I made my way over to the fridge and pulled out a chilled bottle of
