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

concern.

who he is: some broke, uneducated grunt, ex-military. You couldn't honestly expect him to act like a gentleman." His words bit like frost, and Alex braced

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

be anything successful like me—and I don't hold that against

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

lips

I

incarnate if it makes you happy. Doesn't change a thing about

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

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Chapter 122

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

eyes met hers,

whatever sorry picture you've painted in

from the table, like stepping out

eyes like a snake joked his chin at

had a plan in

of his wine in one gulp, the stranger sauntered toward Sophia's group with a

fixed on Sophia. "Seems my day

stranger should. "Hey

shoulder, refusing to dignify his come-on with a

man, undeterred, reached out to touch

murmured, leaning in as though they were old

has got to be fate. How 'bout sharing a drink with

slapping his hand away with a no-nonsense

posture was stiff, like

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