Chapter 348
Sophia’s POV
The hotel lobby felt like it was closing in around me. The marble floors gleamed under the chandelier light, reflecting distorted versions of the three of us-Lucas in the middle, Claire clinging to his arm like she owned him, and me trailing behind like some discarded
accessory.
My chest tightened as Claire’s words echoed in my head: “We’re getting married in three months, after all. It’s not like we haven’t shared a
bed before.”
I wanted to throw up. Not from the pregnancy-though that didn’t help-but from the sheer humiliation of it all. Here I was, the secret mistress, watching the “real” woman stake her claim while Lucas just… let it happen.
Lucas turned toward the front desk. “I need to cancel a reservation,” he said to the receptionist, his voice smooth but clipped.
The young woman behind the counter looked up, her professional smile faltering slightly as she took in the three of us. “Of course,
monsieur. Which room?”
“412,” Lucas said.
Claire’s grip on his arm tightened. “Wait-why are you canceling? I thought you were staying here for the whole week?”
“I am,” Lucas said, his tone dismissive. “But I need to rebook.”
“Rebook?” Claire’s voice rose slightly. She lowered it, but the edge remained. “Lucas, what’s going on?”
“Change of plans,” he said curtly.
Claire’s eyes narrowed. Then, slowly, she turned to look at me. Her gaze raked over me-my wrinkled blouse, my hastily tied hair, the dark
circles under my eyes.
I felt my cheeks flush, and I hated myself for it. I forced myself to meet her stare, lifting my chin slightly. You don’t get to make me feel
small.
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