Andrew gripped Sophie's shoulders tightly, his fingers pressing into her skin as though trying to force his words into her heart. His eyes, desperate and pleading, bore into hers, his voice strained as he spoke.
"Olivia was a mistake. You know this, Sophie. It was your fault," he said, his voice rising in frustration. "If you had just given me what I wanted—if you had slept with me—I never would have been tempted by Olivia. But that's all in the past now." His voice softened, trying to sound sincere. "I love you, Sophie. Not her."
Sophie stood before him, her expression unreadable. The silence that followed felt heavy, like the calm before a storm. Then, unexpectedly, a burst of laughter escaped her lips. It started as a soft chuckle but quickly grew into a full-throated, mocking laugh that echoed through the room.
