The next day, Sophia who's trying to make her day a little bit far from stress froze as the front door creaked open. She recognized the low murmur of Julian’s voice, and for a brief moment, her heart fluttered with hope, only for it to plummet as another voice followed—a soft, flirtatious laugh that belonged unmistakably to Vanessa. There they were, standing in her home, laughing together as if they didn’t have a care in the world. Julian held Vanessa’s hand, his eyes alight with the same warmth that Sophia hadn’t seen in months. Her stomach twisted in knots, but she forced herself to stand taller, refusing to let the anger and hurt show. They barely noticed her, too engrossed in each other, until she cleared her throat. Julian’s eyes finally landed on her, but instead of the shame or guilt she’d expected, there was only annoyance. “Sophia, why are you standing there?” he snapped, his tone is sharp. “I could ask the same of you,” she replied, voice barely concealing the contempt s
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