Lia stood frozen near the couch, her eyes still wet with fake tears, her breath slightly uneven from the act she had put on moments ago. She slowly nodded her head. "Yeah… she's gone," she whispered, lowering her eyes to make it look like she was ashamed.
But in her mind… she felt something else. Victory.
She had nowhere else to go. Not after Rayan threw her out like garbage. That bastard had promised her so much—money, marriage, love. And then just like that, he was gone, leaving Lia with nothing but a suitcase and broken pride.
So where else could she go?
To Sofia, of course.
The kind, dumb friend who always took her in. Who always forgave.
The same Sofia who had believed in her… defended her… trusted her.
