Don't even talk about "getting even."
The gap between them was obvious. Ethan showing up was just a probe—nothing more.
And besides… was she really so blind?
Had she not seen Ethan slip something into the seam of the sofa while she was bending over?
Of course not—nothing comes for no reason.
Ethan's little trick, placed there like a preschool prank, was almost laughable.
She looked at him, and a chill ran through her.
Ethan might once have been the "good bet" for marriage, but fate had other plans.
"Sophia, don't regret this!" Ethan called as he stood up, delivering one last venomous parting shot before heading for the door.
"Regret it? Never," she scoffed.
He spun around to say more, but before he could, Sophia slammed the door so hard he nearly got his nose crushed by it.
When the hallway went quiet, she walked to the floor-to-ceiling window and glanced outside.
Ethan was already in his car—but he hadn't driven away.
