The Almighty Dominance

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?

sliding in

concern.

grunt, ex-military. You couldn't honestly expect him to act

wasn't through. His best imitation of sympathy tugged a corner of

us. Let's face it, he'll never be anything successful like me—and I don't hold that against him. Folks make mistakes.

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

pressed his lips into a

who I am," he

makes you happy. Doesn't change a thing about me standing

self-righteous drivel. You're

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poverty bruises a man's pride. That's what makes people like

hers, wom-out and done

me. You only know whatever sorry picture you've painted in your head. Not my problem." He shrugged, didn't bother

and walked away from the

a tall, wiry guy with eyes like a snake joked his chin at someone

clearly had a plan in

the last of his wine in one gulp, the stranger sauntered toward Sophia's group with a smug grin plastered on his

eyes fixed on

any polite stranger should. "Hey there, beautiful. You look righty familiar. We met

gave him the cold shoulder, refusing to dignify his come-on with

undeterred, reached out to touch

like that," he murmured, leaning in as though they were old

has got to be fate. How

she snapped, slapping his hand away with

posture was stiff, like