Chapter 225

Sophia hailed a cab and headed home solo.

The sky was just beginning to dim, right in the midst of the busiest, most vibrant time on the streets.

Under the neon lights, it boasted a bustling hive of endless traffic.

A light drizzle had started, not heavy-just a gentle patter, signaling the approach of autumn's chill.

Perched in the backseat of the taxi, Sophia rested her head against the window, captivated by the dance of the raindrops on the glass.

The windows were tightly shut, and the rain traced winding paths down the pane, diverging into unseen rivulets.

Sophia's mood was as murky as the night outside, oppressed by an indefinable weight.

"You had no idea Patricia wasn't Brandon's real mom, did you?"

Don's expression of shock reverberated in her head.

She thought she had moved on from Brandon after two years of divorce, that she wouldn't be affected by the past events. But the old stories unexpectedly resurfaced, bringing with them a sharp twinge of pain.

Her mind drifted to a wedding she had attended years before.

kid, and his dad had remarried. Following the wedding, the groom made a special trip to honor

happened to

groom's eyes as he presented his bride, proud of his love but regretful his mother couldn't see him wed

struck

would encounter a similar situation,

that was just the difference between love and its

was the fitting

knew better, being

but

Sophia felt a tinge of hate

he was just chasing Yolanda's shadow in

thought of him repeatedly, wouldn't

herself wishing that their

obscuring the entire window and the night scene beyond, the neon lights appearing as mere smudges

cracked the

rain swept in, bringing cool droplets

and cautioned, "Miss,

Sophia replied softly, leaning in to prevent the

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