Chapter 104
Ethan Winston's entrance commanded the ballroom's attention.
His tailored black suit accentuated the aristocratic bearing of a scion from old money.
Those obsidian-dark eyes locked onto Sophia Laurent, softening with intoxicating tenderness.
"Sophia, three years together must count for something. Can't we talk?"
She turned away without expression.
"We've said all there is to say."
The smoke-gray backless gown clung to her figure. Ebony hair swept up revealed delicate strands framing her face.
Her phoenix eyes glittered like stars, the slight press of lips lending a cutting beauty.
The Sophia who once orbited around him had been lovely, but lacked this magnetic presence.
Now she resembled a polished diamond - every facet dazzling with brilliance.
"Just let me explain." Ethan softened his tone. "About what happened on your birthday..."
Sophia studied the face that once haunted her dreams and felt nothing.
How had she never noticed how poorly he acted?
"Fine. Outside."
Hope flashed in Ethan's eyes as he followed her retreating figure.
Their departure sparked whispers across the room.
In the shadows, William Lowell examined freshly captured photos, lips curling coldly.
The images showed Ethan's adoring gaze and Sophia's faint smile.
Perfect "rekindled romance" evidence.
He'd intended to smear Sophia as a desperate ex.
Instead, he'd captured proof of marital infidelity.
Patriarch Valdemar would erupt.
William swiftly forwarded the photos to a media contact before slipping out unnoticed.
At the corridor's end, Sophia crossed her arms.
"Speak."
"The engagement with Isabella was arranged. My feelings for her died long ago."
"Poor memory, Mr. Winston." Sophia's laugh held ice. "You used that exact line last time. Expecting me to play mistress now?"
Ethan stepped closer. "I was a fool then. You're the only one I—"
Sophia regarded his anxious expression with detached amusement.
The betrayal that once shattered her now seemed laughable.
Each encounter revealed more of this man's true nature.