Sold to Bastard Alpha after My Divorce! novel Chapter 205

Chapter 205: Chapter 205

Aria’s POV

"You and Cassius—" I pointed at her. My voice was barely above a whisper because of the sleeping children, but it was an extremely *emphatic* whisper. "You slept with Cassius?!"

"I wouldn’t say *slept*—"

"Sophie!"

"Okay. Yes." She dropped her head. Her hair fell forward around her face. "Yes. We did. It happened. I’m not proud of—well, I’m not ashamed of it exactly, but I’m—it was a decision made under circumstances that were—"

"That were what?"

"Romantic," she admitted, in a voice so small I had to lean forward to hear it. "Very romantic. Cassius is annoyingly romantic, did you know that? Even when he’s had wine. Actually especially when he’s had wine. He kept saying things like—" She stopped. Shook her head. "Never mind what he said. The point is. It happened."

I looked at her.

She looked at the floor.

"Sophie," I said, very carefully. "Why didn’t you tell me?"

She was quiet for a second. Then she looked up, and there was something in her face that wasn’t embarrassment anymore. Something more uncertain.

"Because I was scared you’d think I didn’t take good care of the girls," she said. "I put them to bed first. I promise I did. They were completely asleep before anything—but still. I was supposed to be watching them, and instead I..." She trailed off. Made a helpless gesture. "And also he’s your best friend. Or one of them. And I’m not from here, and I don’t know how things work here, and I thought maybe you’d be upset that I—"

"I’m not upset about that." I pressed her hand. "Sophie. I don’t care about any of that."

"Really?"

"Really. The girls were safe. You took care of them. That’s what matters." I gave her a look. "What I care about is what happened *after.*"

She blinked.

"You two," I said. "Right now. What is the situation?" 𝕗𝕣𝐞𝐞𝘄𝐞𝚋𝚗𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹.𝚌𝕠𝚖

She pulled her hand back. Started picking at her sleeve. "There is no situation."

"Sophie."

"We haven’t spoken." She said it very casually. Very breezy. "Since that night. We went our separate ways in the morning and that was that."

I stared at her.

"He needs to take responsibility," I said.

"Aria—"

"I’m serious. Cassius is a good person. He wouldn’t just—he wouldn’t want to leave things like that." I was already reaching for my phone. "I’m calling him."

"Don’t." She grabbed my arm with both hands. "Do NOT."

"Why not?"

"Because—" She made a frustrated sound. Pressed her mouth shut. Then, reluctantly: "He already called me. Multiple times. He’s been trying to reach me."

I put the phone down very slowly.

"It was me," Sophie said, in a much smaller voice. "I didn’t pick up."

"You didn’t—Sophie."

"I know."

"You’ve been ignoring his calls."

"I know."

"Why?" I looked at her. Actually looked at her. The way she had her arms folded around herself. The way she kept glancing toward the door. "If he’s been calling you—if he wants to talk—why wouldn’t you—"

"Because what if he’s calling to yell at me?" she burst out.

Silence.

I blinked.

"What?" I said.

"What if he—" She threw her hands up. "What if he’s calling because he regrets it? Or because he wants to explain that it didn’t mean anything? Or because he thinks I got too attached and he wants to set boundaries or—" She pressed her fingers against her temples. "I don’t know what he’s going to say! And if it’s bad, I would rather just not know. Is that so terrible?"

I looked at her.

For a moment I didn’t say anything.

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