Daniel’s cold, unfeeling rejection pierced my heart. His slap wasn’t just physical—it shattered the last remnants of my hope. I stood there, numb, as the world seemed to collapse.
Edward, basking in my misery, sneered. “So, Sophie, how does it feel to be utterly ruined? You, with your insatiable greed and filthy ways, don’t deserve anyone’s love. You certainly didn’t deserve the kindness my wife gave you. Thankfully, I saw through you early on. Having anything to do with you was the biggest mistake of my life.”
Edward’s words were like nails in my coffin, driving me further into the ground. The crowd, the streamers, the world all turned on me, showering me with hate. I was finally breaking down when Edward’s phone rang. The name on the screen flashed: Claire Sullivan.
He answered immediately. The moment the call connected, a sobbing filled the air.
“Honey... I... I lost the baby.”
In an instant, Edward’s smug expression dissolved. “What happened?” His voice shook with panic.
Through her tears, Claire replied, “It was Sophie! I tried to talk some sense into her about all the men she’d been seeing and she shoved me! I fell... I lost the baby because of her!”
Her words hit like a bombshell. As for me, standing at the centre of this storm, I could only think one thing:
Finally. The end was near.
