“He thought he was the most perfect man to ever exist on this planet. Like everything revolved around him.” She let out a bitter breath. “But the truth is—he had no empathy, no emotional intelligence. He was a complete piece of work.”
Her hand dropped, but her shoulders remained tense, her entire body rigid with anger.
“His ego was always sky-high,” she went on, her eyes locking onto Magnus’s. “And his head was everywhere else—except in the marriage we had. He didn’t think that our relationship was real. He didn’t respect me.”
Her breathing grew heavier now, uneven, but her words kept coming.
“He never once stopped to think before acting.”
Her jaw clenched tightly.
“And he was shameless enough to make me believe he had another woman by his side while I was still his wife—never once making me feel secure, not for a single damn second, until it was too late… as if he were some goddamn prize I had to fight for.”
Silence fell for a brief second.
Then she let out a sharp breath, her eyes hard.
“So I really, really hope…” she said, her voice dropping but turning colder, “that I never have to deal with a man like him ever again.”
As she stopped talking, instead of getting angry, Magnus’s face lit up—pure excitement flashing across his features, followed by a strange, almost boyish happiness.
He actually looked… pleased.
His eyes locked onto hers with an intensity that didn’t match the situation at all.
“You’re right,” he said.
Before she could react, his hand shot out, gripping her waist and pulling her closer.
Sophia gasped softly, her body jolting at the sudden contact.
“Someone like him is absolute garbage,” Magnus continued, his voice filled with a strange eagerness. “What kind of man has so many flaws and still gets to marry you?”
His grip on her tightened slightly, something sharp flashing in his eyes.
“I don’t think he even deserves to be called a man.”
He leaned in a fraction, his voice lowering, almost coaxing.
“You’re right to hate him. Hate him as much as you want.”
A faint nod followed, as if he approved of it.
“In fact, there’s no need to ever forgive him,” he added quietly. “He doesn’t deserve it.”
He stepped closer, his voice dropping even further, turning cold.
“I hope your ex-husband suffers with every step he takes… until he understands even a fraction of the pain he put you through.”
Then, almost eagerly, he moved another step forward—
And the next second—
His foot slipped.
His foot lost balance, and he fell hard onto his back with a loud thud.
“Oh my God—” Sophia gasped, her eyes widening in shock as she looked down at him.
