Chapter 758

I raised an eyebrow and asked, "Sophia, since when did you start being fake nice?" She didn't respond to my jab this time. Her expression was unusually calm as her long fingers traced slow circles on the table. "You still haven't answered my question. "She's the sweetest part of my life," I replied. Her fingers stopped mid-circle, pressing down harder than she realized. The sharp edge of her polished nails scraped against the table, making a harsh, grating sound. "You slept with her, didn't you?" I was caught off guard by how blunt and invasive that question was. From what I knew about Sophia, she had never shown any interest in my personal life. Back when we first divorced, she hated seeing me with other women. But that wasn't because she cared—it was about pure possessiveness. It was like watching someone else touch a toy she used to own and suddenly realizing she couldn't control it anymore. Eventually, even that possessiveness faded. She stopped showing any interest in my p