It wasn't long before my heartbreak turned to suspicion, and then to certainty. Sophia was proud of her conquest, sending me photos meant to taunt, not just with their content, but with what they implied. There was the kiss mark on her collarbone, the seductive nightgown hanging off her shoulders. And always, just barely in view, a shadowy figure—the unmistakable form of Daniel.
I tried to keep it together, but eventually, I couldn’t. I confronted him, my voice trembling with the weight of my fears. "Daniel, what’s going on between you two?!"
His reaction was swift and cruel. He didn’t even try to deny it, his face contorting with anger as if my pain was an inconvenience. "Amelia, how dare you use your filthy mouth to slander Sophia?! She’s pure and innocent—unlike you! You’re always lying, always scheming! You’re nothing but a crazed, useless shrew!"
The words I wanted to say crumbled into nothingness, lodged in my throat by the weight of his hatred. Tears burned in my eyes, but Daniel didn’t even notice. He didn’t care.
"I regret marrying you more than anything," he spat before slamming the door.