Piss Off, Alpha! You Lost Me Forever novel Chapter 127

Chapter 127: Chapter 127 A Homewrecker

SOPHIA’S POV

I drove aimlessly for an hour after leaving the hospital. My wolf was too wounded to guide me anywhere specific. I just needed to move, to put distance between myself and Ashley’s words.

Eventually, I found myself parked outside a random coffee shop in a neighborhood I didn’t recognize. I sat there in my car, staring at nothing. My phone kept buzzing with missed calls from my family.

I couldn’t go home. I couldn’t face them, couldn’t pretend everything was fine when my entire world had just collapsed.

I decided something. Tomorrow I would go to Stone Villa and make Damien sign those divorce papers in front of me. No more delays, no more excuses. This needed to end.

But tonight, I just needed to not be alone with my thoughts.

I pulled out my phone and called Bianca.

She answered on the second ring. "Sophia? Hey, I was just thinking about you."

"Are you busy?" I asked.

There was a pause. "No. Are you okay?"

"Can I come over? I just... I need..."

"Say no more. Come now. I’ll order pizza and grab the beer."

Thirty minutes later, I was sitting on Bianca’s couch with a cold beer in my hand and a box of pizza between us. She’d taken one look at my face and pulled me into a hug without asking questions.

Now she sat cross-legged on the opposite end of the couch, studying me with concerned eyes.

"So," she said carefully. "Want to tell me what happened?"

"I’m getting divorced." The words came out flat "Finally. For real this time."

Bianca’s face lit up. "Sophia, that’s amazing! That’s - wait, why do you look like someone died?"

"Because it feels like someone did." I took a long drink of beer. "My daughter asked if she could start calling Damien’s girlfriend ’Mom.”

"Oh, honey." Bianca moved closer, putting her hand on my knee. "I’m so sorry."

"She said I don’t love her anymore, that Tiffany is more of a mother to her than I am." My voice cracked. "And the worst part? Maybe she’s right. Maybe I’ve been so focused on surviving that I forgot to actually be her mother."

"That’s bullshit and you know it," Bianca said fiercely. "You’ve done everything for that little girl. Everything. If she can’t see that, it’s because she’s been poisoned against you."

"Or because it’s true." I finished my beer and reached for another. "Either way, it doesn’t matter anymore. I’m done. I’m signing the papers, taking my half of everything, and moving on with my life."

"Good." Bianca clinked her bottle against mine. "It’s about damn time. You deserve so much better than that cheating bastard."

We drank in silence for a moment. Then Bianca asked, "So what’s next? For you, I mean. After the divorce."

"Doctoral program starts in January. I’ll focus on that. Then I’ll build my career, maybe travel." I tried to sound enthusiastic. "Live for myself for once."

"That sounds amazing. We’re quite a pair, aren’t we?" Bianca raised her bottle. "Two women who gave too much to men who didn’t deserve us."

"I’ll drink to that." I clinked my bottle against hers.

We were both getting drunk now. Bianca was on her third beer, I was on my fourth, and the pizza was half-gone.

"You know what?" Bianca said suddenly. "You should call him."

I was confused "Call who?"

"Damien, Right now. Tell him exactly what you think of him." She thrust her phone at me. "Do it. You’ll feel better."

"That’s a terrible idea-"

"Which is why it’s perfect!" Bianca laughed. "Come on. Liquid courage. What’s the worst that could happen?"

Against my better judgment and fueled by beer and heartbreak, I pulled out my own phone and dialed Damien’s number.

It rang three times. Then a woman’s voice answered.

"Hello?"

Not Damien. Tiffany.

My blood ran cold. "Why are you answering Damien’s phone?"

"Oh, Sophia." Tiffany’s voice was sweet. "Damien’s a bit busy right now. He’s helping me with laundry."

"Laundry?." My voice was flat.

"Mmm-hmm. He’s washing my lingerie actually. He insists on doing it himself” I could hear the smile in her voice. "Anyway, did you need something? I can take a message."

The image of Damien washing Tiffany’s lingerie in our home made something snap inside me.

I started laughing. Not happy laughter. It was bitter, broken laughter that bordered on hysteria.

"Sophia?" Tiffany sounded uncertain now. "Are you okay?"

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