Piss Off, Alpha! You Lost Me Forever novel Chapter 68

Chapter 68: Chapter 68 The Invitation

SOPHIA’S POV

I stood at the stove trying to focus on the soup, but my mind kept replaying what had just happened.

Damien’s hands on my back, zipping up my dress. His arms around me when he pulled me away from the pot. I could still feel the warmth of his body against mine. I remembered the way my wolf had responded to his touch like we were still mated, still together, still in love.

My hand shook as I reached for the ladle. I wasn’t paying attention. I was too lost in thoughts of him. I wasn’t paying attention. I was so absent minded that I touched the edge of the hot pot and pain shot through me.

"Ah!" I jerked my hand back. The burned finger already turned red.

Franca appeared immediately. "Mrs. Sophia! Are you alright?"

"I’m fine. Just careless." I ran my finger under cold water from the sink.

The burn wasn’t terrible but it hurt.

"Let me see." Franca gently took my hand and examined the burn. "Oh no. This needs ointment. Wait here."

She disappeared and I heard her voice in the hallway, speaking to someone. A moment later, Damien appeared in the kitchen doorway. His eyes went to my hand under the water.

"How bad is it?" His voice was flat.

"It’s nothing. Just a small burn."

He didn’t respond. He just turned to Franca who’d come back with a first aid kit. "Take care of it properly. Make sure she doesn’t get an infection." Then he walked away without another word to me.

I stared after him, confused. He’d sounded so cold just now, so indifferent, but he’d sent Franca to help me. He made sure I was being taken care of. The contradiction made my head spin. One moment he was touching me gently, the next he was acting like I didn’t exist.

What was I supposed to make of that?

Franca cleaned the burn and applied ointment, then wrapped my finger in a light bandage. "There. All better. But please be more careful,."

"I will. Thank you, Franca."

I finished making the soup, being extra careful this time. As I worked, I heard voices from the living room.

It was Damien and Tiffany. They were talking and laughing about something. I could hear the sound of their from the kitchen.

My wolf whined at the sound. That used to be us. Damien and I used to laugh together like that, before everything went wrong, before the distance and the affairs and the coldness that had slowly killed our marriage.

I remembered early days when Damien would come find me in the kitchen just to talk and when he’d wrap his arms around me from behind while I cooked.

Now that comfort, belonged to Tiffany. She got the version of Damien that smiled and laughed. I got the cold, distant version who only spoke to give orders or make demands. The loss of it hit me hard. It felt like a physical ache in my chest.

My marriage had failed so completely that my husband had become a stranger. He was even worse than a stranger. He was an enemy to me now.

I was lost in these painful thoughts when Damien’s phone rang. I heard his voice change. His tone got all businesslike. A minute later he appeared in the kitchen, already putting on his jacket.

"I have to go. There’s an emergency at the office." He looked at me. "You’ll need to take Ashley to school. Make sure she eats breakfast first. Her backpack is already packed."

I nodded "Of course. I can handle it."

He paused like he wanted to say something else. He looked at my bandaged finger for a moment, then he just nodded and left. I heard the front door close, then his car starting up and driving away.

Tiffany appeared in the kitchen a moment later. She looked disappointed that Damien had left but I saw the satisfaction in her eyes.

I pouted "I guess it’s just us now."

"I need to get Ashley ready for school." I turned back to the stove, not wanting to talk to her. I didn’t have time for her stupid games.

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