A sharp rap jolted me from my sleep. My eyes snapped open as Sofia's insistent knocking echoed through the quiet morning. Her voice, muffled through the door, carried a pleading undertone.
"Rowan," she said, her tone soft and almost desperate. The rhythmic taps against the wood grew faster, mirroring the urgency in her voice. "Are you mad about last night? Or is it because I said no to us sleeping together yesterday?"
A heavy sigh escaped my lips as I swung the door open. Sofia stood on the other side, her eyes filled with a mixture of fear and hope. She bit her lip nervously, shifting from foot to foot.
"Rowan, I can agree to sleep with you. I'll move into the master bedroom. Please, I don't want a divorce." Her voice trembled slightly, her eyes pleading.
A bitter laugh bubbled up in my throat. Wanting to have her cake and eat it too? If she couldn't let go of Lewis, why not simply divorce me? Or did she think I was such a useful fool that she couldn't bear to throw away?