The Stolen Life- My Mother Gave My Fiancé to Her Favorite Student novel Chapter 63

Alex accompanied Sophia to the art exhibit. She took the stage as a guest speaker, radiating confidence and poise, her gaze flicking to him again and again, seeking reassurance.

In the past, he would’ve met her eyes with a warm, easy smile.

But tonight, an inexplicable unease gnawed at him. As he watched her speak, all he could see was Emily.

He remembered eighteen–year–old Emily–just as bold, just as electric. She once challenged one of Pinevale’s top violinists to a public duel. When she won, she leapt into his arms like wildfire, igniting something in him

he never thought could burn.

No matter what stood in her way, she faced it head–on, always grinning, fearless. Her smile had a way of quieting his chaos, grounding him when nothing else could.

She didn’t love halfway–she either gave you nothing, or she gave you everything.

A smile tugged at Alex’s lips as the memories washed over him.

Ten years. Ten years with Emily felt etched into his bones.

The unease in his chest loosened.

He turned his attention back to Sophia, who was still speaking. This time, he smiled for real and held out a

hand.

She beamed and rushed to his side. “How’d I do?”

“You were great, my little wildcat,” he said, tapping her nose playfully.

“I thought so too,” she replied with a smug little toss of her hair, then pulled him toward the exhibits.

Anything she paused to admire, Alex bought without a second thought.

Back at the penthouse, Sophia stood on tiptoe to kiss his cheek, fingers trailing down his chest as she slipped off his jacket with a mischievous smile.

“Mr. Harrington,” she purred, “you’ve got me addicted.”

Normally, her confidence turned him on–it was exciting, refreshing.

But tonight, something felt off.

Alex stiffened. He caught her wrist, his expression unreadable.

Sophia blinked, confused. “What’s wrong?”

He didn’t answer right away. In his mind, he saw Emily again–her expression twisted in disgust as she

gagged at the sight of him.

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His stomach turned.

Emily thought he was repulsive.

His jaw tightened. He yanked at his tie, frustrated. Why couldn’t he get her out of his head? And why did it

feel like he was about to lose something he couldn’t replace?

Sophia, sensing his distance, pressed herself against him, teasing, “You’re not allowed to think about anyone

else. If you’re with me, then I’m all you should care about.”

He didn’t say a word. Maybe it was guilt. Maybe it was just exhaustion. But her whining eventually wore him

down. He grabbed her and shoved her up against the shoe cabinet, taking her hard and fast.

For three straight days, they barely left the apartment, trying every position she could think of.

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