Marry My Ex's Sworn Enemy

Chapter 101: She's the One Who's Lost It

Sophia blinked, momentarily disbelieving what she'd just heard.

"You said you're going to be Henry's mistress?

"Yes Candace met Sophia's gaze directly.

"And you kindly informed me so I wouldn't worry, that you wouldn't steal my place?"

"A man like Mr. Sterling wouldn't have just one woman. He'll eventually have mistresses. Those mistresses might not be as understanding as I am; they'll be greedy for his money and want more. So, Mrs. Sterling, you should be grateful it's me."

Sophia stared at Candace, surprised by her bluntness.

You only want his money?"

"Yes, I... I need money, a lot of it. I became an actress because I heard they made a lot, but I have no connections, no backing. It's so hard to make it in this business. I need to pay off my dad's gambling debts, pay for my mom's medical bills, and support my family. I have to compromise." Sophia chuckled, "So you hatched this plan? But how did you think Henry would go for it?" Candace pursed her lips. "Brenda told me I look like a woman named Zoey Smith, the only woman Henry ever loved. She's dead, and I can be her replacement. Mr. Sterling will accept me." Sophia let out a breath. What in the world was going on? Henry was crazy, Brenda was crazy, and now Candace was crazy.

A sudden fear washed over her. Would she go crazy one day, too?

If you told me all this to get my approval, I don't approve, and I suggest you get a grip. If this is a warning, you're severely underestimating me. I suggest you go straight to Henry and tell him to divorce me. If you just wanted me to know, fine, I know." With that, Sophia turned and walked out.

That night, Henry dragged her to a movie, and, of course, they got busy afterward. Before the movie ended, Sophia fell asleep in Henry's arms.

In the middle of the night, she was suddenly thrown off, nearly tumbling from the couch Shaken, she looked at Henry. He was sitting up, gasping for air.

"What's wrong?"

Sophia reached for his arm, but he flinched away, turning to face her. His face was ashen, his eyes cold and sharp, fixed on her.

""Who are you?"

shivers down Sophia's spine. She stared at him,

and flipped it on. He looked at

speak, Sophia frowned.

for a long moment before becoming agitated, pacing the room. His eyes grew increasingly frantic, finally collapsing onto the couch, clutching his

sat beside

control, crashing over the railing into the ocean. The suffocation, the

back. At that moment, she felt sorry for him. It wasn't a dream;

"And you," he whispered.

"Me?"

next to me, we crashed together, and

you...

That wasn't her;

so vulnerable, she couldn't bring herself to reveal

next morning, when Sophia woke up, Henry was

and saw Henry there, in a leather jacket, smoking a cigarette, building sandcastles with Candace. Sophia laughed, a sound even she didn't understand, then turned and saw Brenda. It was as if she

suddenly remember, then push you away," Brenda murmured, as much to

better

you afraid

not dependent on him. What's there

love him that much. Why did you get to marry him, and I, after everything I did, am

hadn't, you'd be in my place. But you've never thought that you were the one who held onto him, and the one who let him go. And all along,

know anything! How dare

that!"

Sterling. He doesn't stoop to deceiving anyone. Lovers are lovers, friends are friends; he always knows

lost her mind. For the next few days, Henry acted normally, but he

away.

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