But Daniel waved him off, his cold indifference like a knife through my heart. This wasn’t the man I married. This wasn’t the Daniel who had once promised to stand by me through everything. He had become someone I didn’t recognize—a man who would rather let me die than pull himself away from Sophia’s embrace.
As I hovered there, invisible and helpless, my soul grew colder with every passing second. There was no hope left. Daniel had already made his choice.
And it wasn’t me.
Meanwhile, Sophia, the mastermind behind it all, continued her sickening charade of innocence. Her voice dripped with concern, though the venom beneath it was palpable only to me. "Daniel, you should really go back! Amelia has gone through so much trouble just to get you to return; she must be upset. You shouldn’t argue because of me! Once my foot heals, I’ll go to her myself and apologize."
Her words were carefully chosen—deliberately crafted to seem selfless, while only deepening the wedge between Daniel and me. And it worked. I could see the frustration building in him.