Sophia's eyes flashed with anger as she glared at Alex. "You're enjoying this, aren't you?" she spat. "You're reveling in my downfall."
Alex shrugged, his smile growing wider. "I'm just stating the obvious, Sophia. You're done. Finished. You'll never recover from this."
Sophia's face twisted in rage as she took a step closer to Alex. "You're wrong," she snarled. "I'll find a way to come back from this. I'll make Julian pay for what he's done to me."
Alex laughed, his eyes glinting with amusement. "You're delusional, Sophia. You'll never be able to touch Julian. He's too powerful, too ruthless. He'll crush you like the insignificant bug that you are."
Sophia's eyes filled with tears as Alex's words hit her like a slap in the face. She knew he was right, but she refused to admit it. She was trapped in a prison of her own making, with no escape from the consequences of her actions.
As she turned to walk away, Alex called out to her. "Hey, Sophia?"
She turned back to him, her eyes blazing with anger. "What?"
Alex's smile grew wider. "You'll always be remembered as the woman who tried to take down Julian Saint Clair and failed. You'll be a footnote in the history books, a cautionary tale of what happens when you cross the wrong man. You'll be a laughingstock, a joke, a mere whisper in the wind."
Sophia's face went white as Alex's words hit her like a ton of bricks. She felt like she had been punched in the gut, her breath knocked out of her. She knew he was right, and she knew she would never be able to escape the consequences of her actions. She was trapped, forever bound to the shame and humiliation of her defeat.
As she walked away, Sophia felt the weight of her failure settling upon her shoulders. She knew she would never be able to show her face in public again, never be able to hold her head high. She was a disgrace, a failure, a has-been.
And as she disappeared into the shadows, Alex's laughter echoed behind her, a reminder of her downfall, a reminder of the consequences of her actions.