Chapter 5
“What’s wrong with me?” Sophie shot back, her voice rising as she broke the silence between them. “When was the last time we had sex, Adams?”
Adams folded his arms, his tone cold. “I don’t know, Sophie. Why don’t you tell me since you’re obviously keeping track?”
“Ten months ago!” she spat, her voice trembling with anger. “Ten f***ING months ago, Adams. How can we even think about having a child with that kind of… pattern? What the hell is wrong with you?”
The weight of her words hit him, and for a moment, he was speechless. Ten months? He hadn’t been counting.
“Am I no longer attractive to you?” Sophie demanded, stepping closer. She pressed herself against him, her hands gripping his shirt, her chest brushing his. Her voice cracked as she added, “Do I not make you feel anything anymore?”
Adams swallowed hard, guilt flashing across his face. He sighed, looking away. “It’s not that, Sophie. I’ve just been… tired. Work’s been overwhelming—”
“Don’t give me that!” she interrupted, stepping back. Her eyes burned with tears, her voice trembling. “You’re always tired. Always too busy. But never too busy for Brenda, right?”
He flinched. “Sophie, stop it. You’re imagining things.”
She let out a bitter laugh, pacing the room. “Imagining things? You barely look at me. You barely touch me.”
She spun around, boiling in rage when she suddenly remembered her lunch box. He didn’t come in with it. “And where is my lunch box?”
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