Chapter 5
“What’s wrong with me?” Sophie shot back, her voice rising as she broke the silence between them. “When was the last time we had sex, Adams?”
Adams folded his arms, his tone cold. “I don’t know, Sophie. Why don’t you tell me since you’re obviously keeping track?”
“Ten months ago!” she spat, her voice trembling with anger. “Ten f***ING months ago, Adams. How can we even think about having a child with that kind of… pattern? What the hell is wrong with you?”
The weight of her words hit him, and for a moment, he was speechless. Ten months? He hadn’t been counting.
“Am I no longer attractive to you?” Sophie demanded, stepping closer. She pressed herself against him, her hands gripping his shirt, her chest brushing his. Her voice cracked as she added, “Do I not make you feel anything anymore?”
Adams swallowed hard, guilt flashing across his face. He sighed, looking away. “It’s not that, Sophie. I’ve just been… tired. Work’s been overwhelming—”
“Don’t give me that!” she interrupted, stepping back. Her eyes burned with tears, her voice trembling. “You’re always tired. Always too busy. But never too busy for Brenda, right?”
He flinched. “Sophie, stop it. You’re imagining things.”
She let out a bitter laugh, pacing the room. “Imagining things? You barely look at me. You barely touch me.”
She spun around, boiling in rage when she suddenly remembered her lunch box. He didn’t come in with it. “And where is my lunch box?”
Adams exhaled sharply. “I didn’t bring it.”
“What?!” She exclaimed, facing him squarely now.
“She was hungry, Sophie. She hadn’t eaten all day, so I let her have it. And yes, I forgot it when I dropped her off.”
Sophie froze, her hands curling into fists. Her laughter turned hysterical. “You dropped her off? You’re taking her home now? Do you think I’m a fool, Adams? Do you think I don’t know what’s going on?”
“You’re being ridiculous,” he said, his voice firm but his expression uneasy.
“Ridiculous?” she repeated, her voice trembling with rage. “You’re the one sneaking around, lying to my face, and I’m ridiculous?”
Adams ran a hand through his hair, frustration seeping into his tone. “I’m not lying to you. I told you what happened. Brenda isn’t—”
“I don’t care what Brenda is!” Sophie yelled, cutting him off. She stepped closer, jabbing a finger into his chest. “I care about what we are. And right now, we’re nothing. You’ve made me feel like nothing.”
He opened his mouth to respond, but she didn’t let him.
“You know what? I think it’s time we stopped pretending,” she said, her voice dropping to a dangerous calm. “Apparently, you don’t love me anymore, so let’s just end this. Let’s get a divorce.”
Adams’s jaw dropped, the words hitting him like a punch to the gut. “Sophie…”
Her tears spilled over as she held his gaze. “I mean it, Adams. I’m done.”
