Stella's POV

My stomach twisted the moment I saw Sophie Peterson step out of that black Maserati.

She didn't hesitate. She walked straight into the café, posture flawless, an outrageously expensive purse on her arm, a cold smile carved onto her lips. The two guards Damian usually rotated at the door exchanged a brief look. Neither of them stopped her. Of course they didn't. What reason would they have to block Damian Winter's lawful wife?

I took a deep breath, trying to steady the wave of