Chapter 67

The phone call crackled with intimate gasps. Sophia's fingers trembled.

She abruptly ended the call. The screen reflected her pale face.

"What's wrong?" Jessica returned with coffee, noticing her distress.

Sophia forced a smile. "Nothing."

She swallowed a bitter pill, the acrid taste spreading across her tongue.

Jessica handed her water. "Stomach acting up again?"

Sophia didn't explain. She just clutched the glass.

So he already had someone else. And here she was, foolishly thinking of confronting him.

A self-deprecating laugh escaped her lips as she dialed Vivian's number.

"Viv, can you lend me three million?"

Meanwhile, at an upscale restaurant.

Isabella deleted the call log and returned the phone to its place.

"Ethan." She cooed.

Ethan emerged from the restroom, frowning. "Why are you here?"

"Just passing by." She looped her arm through his. "Mind if I join you?"

He withdrew his arm and checked his phone.

"Business emergency."

He left without touching his napkin.

Isabella stared at his retreating figure. Suddenly, she hurled her wine glass to the floor.

"Ah!" A server screamed.

Red wine splattered the uniform like bloodstains.

"Shut up!" Isabella snapped.

She grabbed the bottle and poured the remaining contents over the server's head.

Shards of glass scattered.

The server knelt, apologizing profusely.

Isabella's chest heaved. That glaring contact name burned in her vision—

Sweetheart.