Chapter 92

On the bedroom floor, a pile of soaked clothes lay in a mess. Samantha glanced at them, the corners of her lips curving into a sneer as disdain flickered in her eyes. Sophia hurried in, visibly on edge. "Caitlin, I swear, you've got it all wrong. Nothing happened—really! I slipped into the hot spring and Alex just helped me out..." Before she could finish, Alexander grabbed her by the arm, voice low and sharp as a blade. "Sophia, shut your mouth. Now." "But Alex, I should explain to Caitlin, or she'll—she'll misunderstand us," Sophia said, face twisted in a look of innocence that couldn't have been more fake. "Explain my ass. Get out—did you not hear me?" Alexander's face darkened with fury. Meanwhile, Samantha calmly arranged her skincare products at the dressing table like none of this concerned her. Her indifference threw Sophia for a loop. I mean, what kind of woman doesn't lose it when she walks in on her husband with another girl? Samantha was acting like this didn't even matter.