Sophia Wyatt’s pov:Sophia Wyatt- 16 years old Rowan Levisay- 14 years old “Can you please stop staring at me?” I snapped at him. A blush crept to his cheeks, and he moved his eyes away. I felt bad for taking out my frustration on him. But the way he used to look at me, everyone around us knew that he had a crush on me. My friends used to ogle at him and used to sigh whenever they found him eyeing me. “Sophie! He is so hot!” Nova used to remark with a dreamy expression on her face. Irritatingly my best friend never said that about Colter, my boyfriend. Rowan Levisay got his great looks from his parents. He had class, style, looks, and just the right amount of hotness. That hotness was too much to handle for all the girls around. Except me. His father still had the aura that could make all females go weak in the knees. At this age, he was a spitting image of his father, Hunter Levisay. Our parents were family friends. I was an adopted daughter who was spoiled by her adoptive pa

Sophia pov: (Trigger warning: Physical abuse but I tried my best not to be too graphic.) My heart was pounding as I stared at Rowan. What was he trying to say? Was he suggesting that I was making a mistake by staying with Colter? I felt defensive and protective of my marriage. No one had the right to interfere in my matters. "Care to explain what you are talking about?" I said, trying to keep my tone steady. I could feel the tension in the air between us. There was no explanation. This was my marriage, and I was adamant to work on it. I thought to myself. "You don't look fine," Rowan said in a hushed tone, trying to keep our conversation private. For the others around us, we were just two old friends catching up. I tried to keep a smile on my face for the sake of appearances. But Rowan wasn't letting it go. "Remember that movie night, Sophie?" he said, leaning in closer. "When we were all watching that suspense thriller. The kidnapped girl sent a message to her boyfriend, 'Help!'

Colter pov:All I wanted to do right now was drink and drink and drink and then get drunk. That was the only way I could forget how Sophia, my wife tried to sabotage my life and my mood.Last night and then this morning…I mean what the hell! I fell in love with her, married her and all she seemed to do was whining and complaining like a middle-class woman with money problems and husband problems.She didn’t have both. She was loaded with money and luckily got a loyal husband.Last night it was a stomach bug and, in the morning, as usual, I picked up her phone to check her messages.Like a good husband, I needed to keep an eye on my wife. My father always taught me that women could never be trusted, and I never agreed.That was a mistake. I guess he was right. I opened her phone and Tada. The window to that as**shole’s DMs was open. Now I didn’t know why she did that. There was no exchange of messages between them. But then what was she doing?Staring at his profile picture?Yuk!Disg

Sophia pov:As we were having our breakfast, the tension between us was palpable. It was the first time we had eaten together in what felt like ages, except that last anniversary dinner and I couldn't help but feel a sense of relief at the thought of finally being able to enjoy a meal in peace.For some reason, Rowan had stopped attending our family reunions in the summers a long time back.The stress and anxiety of the past few months had taken a toll on me, and right now I was grateful for this opportunity to unwind.But even as I savored each bite of my breakfast, I couldn't shake off the nagging feeling of unease that lingered at the back of my mind. It had been one year since I last ate anything in the morning, and the mere thought of food made my stomach churn.I used to avoid eating and drinking in the mornings because I knew I would be cuffed and won’t get a chance to visit the bathroom.I couldn't help but think back to the time I spent with Colter in the past year. I used to

Sophia pov:I was tossing and turning in my bed. For getting up early morning, I skipped my sleeping pill but now this light throbbing pain in my jaw was not letting me sleep.“Sophie?” I saw Rowan leaning against the door frame wearing boxers.Only in boxers.“Yes, Rowan?” I sat up and started pulling my hair in a bun, “how can I help you?” I asked like a professional receptionist making him chuckle.“I wish you could help me…” I heard him muttering and my hands paused in my hair.“What did you say?”“Nothing. Why are you not asleep yet?” he came inside and instead of walking to the edge of the bed, he went to the other side and fell on his face beside me.“Nothing. There is this slight pain here,” the moment the words were out of my mouth, he was at once sitting up with a frown.“Show me,” he came closer walking on his knees. I quickly fixed the neckline of my sleeping dress and pulled the quilt to my neck. Also, I tried my best to ignore those powerful thighs …Hell!“Did you take