Chapter 5

SCARLETT’S POV

Her eyes widened because of my question. “H-huh?” she stammered. “W-what, should I be afraid of? What should they know?” asked Sophia. I frowned, as if she couldn’t understand what I was saying.

Did she forget, or is she unable to confess the sin she committed against me? I just shook my head because Sophia was unable to give me a reasonable answer.

“I don’t feel like talking to you anymore, Sophia; just tell me what you want to tell me,” I said as I took my towel. “You seem so to be unaware of the sin you have committed,” I added. Her eyes widened once again.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about! You’ve been gone for five years, you don’t know what it’s like—” she was about to say when I interrupted her. I don’t have time to hear it out.

She acted like she just wanted to make me feel like she had my husband earlier at dinner. She’s so pathetic.

“You have nothing to fear if I return here because you are not the reason I returned,