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?

Marco cooed, sliding in with a carefully practiced look

concern.

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

of sympathy

me—and I don't hold that against him. Folks make mistakes. I just wish he'd learn

two?" Megan chimed in, sneering. "He's downright repulsive, and Marco's

his lips into a

who I am,"

see me as the devil incarnate if it makes you happy. Doesn't

an angel?" Megan scoffed. "Look at this self-righteous drivel. You're only sp pretty words to cover up your guilt or

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bruises a man's pride. That's what makes people like you so disgusting Always pretending

hers,

picture you've painted in your head. Not my

walked away from the table,

tall, wiry guy with eyes like a snake joked his

a plan

gulp, the stranger sauntered toward Sophia's

he drawled, eyes fixed on Sophia. "Seems my day

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

refusing to

reached out

murmured, leaning in as though they were

be fate. How 'bout sharing a drink

snapped, slapping his

was stiff, like

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