Shane clenched his fists, still feeling like something wasn't right. He couldn't shake it. How could that woman be Sophie?
He'd already doubted her identity earlier, but now? After what she said today? It didn't sit right. No matter how much Sophie hated him—and she definitely did—she always cared about Stacy. She'd made that clear. Stacy was off-limits, a secret, someone Sophie wanted to protect from the world. She'd told him that herself.
But now?
She had stood in front of everyone—press, cameras, the damn world—and casually announced that Richard Adams had an illegitimate daughter. She exposed Stacy like it meant nothing. Like she'd never said otherwise.
His stomach turned.
Everything in him was screaming that she wasn't his Sophie. Sure, she looked the same. Walked the same. Spoke in the same voice. But it felt wrong. Off. Like wearing shoes that fit but still gave you blisters.
