Magnus’s expression darkened. He reached out—
His fingers wrapped around her arm.
Before she could react, he pulled her back and spun her around to face him.
“Sylvia?” he said, shock flashing across his face, tangled with disbelief.
“Sophia!” Camila’s voice rang out at the same time, bright and excited.
Magnus’s eyes sharpened instantly at the name.
“Sophia…?” he repeated, his brows furrowing deeper as he stared at her face.
And then—
Everything crashed into him.
Sylvia returning to Manhattan after two years.
Sophia disappearing after the divorce.
Her being an auctioneer.
Her anger. Her words.
‘You are not like my ex-husband. Youarehim.’
His breath hitched.
“You’re my ex-wife?” Magnus said, his voice low, almost stunned.
But then—
His expression shifted.
Happiness burst across his face, sudden and overwhelming.
“You’re Sophia?” he said, stepping closer, eyes lighting up. “We’re married?”
Sophia flinched slightly, her fingers tightening at her sides. The look on his face unsettled her.
She took a breath, forcing the words out.
“Weweremarried,” she said, her voice steady but cold. “Then we divorced. It’s over.”
“It’s not over.” Magnus shook his head immediately, gripping her arm tighter. “We’re still together. You came back to me.”
“I didn’t.” She pulled her arm free from his grasp.
Magnus’s hand lingered in the air for a second before he stepped forward again, panic creeping into his voice. “Stay. Wait—”
He reached for her again. “Don’t go.”
But Sophia had already turned.
This time, she didn’t hesitate.
She ran.
