CHAPTER 384

Sophia’s POV

Antoine’s smug smile was even more infuriating in person, and the sight of him made my blood boil.

“Going somewhere, Sophia?” he drawled, his voice dripping with mockery.

I should have felt fear, terror even, knowing what he was capable of. But instead, a red-hot fury surged through me, eclipsing every other emotion. This was the man who had nearly destroyed Emily, who had hurt Elijah so badly, almost killing him. The audacity of him showing up here, of all places, set something off inside me.

“Antoine,” I spat his name, taking a step closer without even thinking about it. My hands clenched into fists at my sides, and I could feel my heart pounding with the adrenaline of my anger. “You’ve got some nerve showing up here after everything you’ve done.”

He chuckled, clearly amused by my reaction. “And what exactly do you think you’re going to do about it, sweetheart?”

The patronizing tone, the way he called me ‘sweetheart’—it only fueled my rage. I took another step forward,