The Almighty Dominance

Chapter 120

Chapter 122

"You're absolutely right. I took a bullet for you-same one you fired at me behind my back," Sophia drawled, her voice rife with bitterness.

Jealousy and the sting of Alex's betrayal twisted inside her like a dust devil, tangling her emotions so tightly she couldn't tell where anger ended and heartbreak began.

"Fine. I'm scum." Alex waved a dismissive hand.

"Marco's the white knight, and I'm the filthy liat slinging thud at him. Are you satisfied now?"

The self-mockery in his voice practically dripped off every word.

Fighting for vindication felt like screaming at a brick wall, given the lack of trust from the other side.

"What's with the attitude? Trying to imply I've accused you unfairly?" Sophia's brow furrowed.

"Not at all," Alex said, letting out a weary sigh.

"I'm the big bad wolf, right? Badmouthing the good guy, doing all the dirty deeds. Bask in your victory, if that helps."

“Bastard!” Sophia finally snapped, her frustration boiling over.

She hadn't expected him to be so spiteful.

Maybe this was the real Alex, laid bare now that their marriage was just ashes.

Alex cast her a long, haunted look, the words echoing inside his head:

You stabbed me with words I trusted. I bled silently in the betrayal you called justice. 1

'Is this what two people who once loved each other have come to-tearing each other apart like wounded animals?

At what point did they stray so far from the happiness they once chased, giving in to poison instead of peace?

let it go," Marco cooed, sliding in with a carefully practiced look

concern.

always known who he is: some broke, uneducated grunt, ex-military. You couldn't honestly expect him to act

imitation of sympathy tugged a

he's jealous of us. Let's face it, he'll never be anything successful like me—and I don't hold

you see the difference between you two?" Megan chimed in, sneering. "He's downright

his lips into

I

me as the devil incarnate if it makes you happy. Doesn't change a thing about me standing

this self-righteous drivel. You're only sp pretty words to cover up your guilt or your sad, sorry

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Chapter 122

it poverty bruises a man's pride. That's what makes people like you so disgusting Always pretending you're above it all when

eyes met hers, wom-out and done

know me. You only know whatever sorry picture you've painted in your head. Not my

walked away from the table, like stepping out of a

like a snake

clearly had a

the stranger sauntered toward Sophia's group with a smug grin plastered

fixed on

stepping closer than any polite stranger should. "Hey there, beautiful. You look righty

cold shoulder, refusing to dignify

reached out

leaning in as though they were old

fate. How 'bout sharing a drink

not interested," she snapped, slapping his

was stiff, like a

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