Sophie’s POV
“Sophie, will you go to the mall with me on Sunday? There is a dress that I badly wanted to buy since last month but I couldn’t find a time since mom always wants to see me studying even if I can’t even understand what I am studying.” Sabrina pouted while we were walking towards the school cafeteria.
“Huh? I don’t know. Maybe I should ask Vincent first.”
Sabrina looked at me with a teasing face. “Having a husband is quite hard, right? You have to tell him everything that you want to do and where are you planning to go.”
“It’s not because he’s my husband, but because we both agreed to it when he took me from my father.”
“Oh. I understand now.”
“Speaking of my father, I wonder how is he now.”
“For sure they’re already having the time of their life since they don’t have a debt to pay to Vincent anymore.”
I lowered my head. Maybe Sabrina is right. Dad promised me that he would take me back from Vincent, but I don’t think he still has the intention to do it.
“Sophie, Sabrina!”
Sabrina and I immediately turned around upon hearing someone called our names but as soon as I figured out who it was, I turned around again. “Sab, I’ll go back to our class now.”
“H-Huh? B-But why? Mr. Jacobs is calling us.”
“I still have some things to do.”
“O-Okay.”
I started walking and just left them there.
I am not yet ready to face him. If I have to ignore him and do everything just to avoid him, I will definitely do it. I will try to ignore him until I finally accept the fact that he already love somebody else and that’s not me.
***
“Bye, Sab.”
“Bye, Sophie. Take care!”
I just smiled then I looked at Venom and she opened the car of the limousine for me. I was about to step inside the car when someone suddenly grabbed my hand. Both I and Venom looked at that person and saw a man wearing a black suit. “Miss Sophie.”
“W-Who are you?” I asked.
“Mr. and Mrs. Hastings want to talk to you.”
“M-Mr. and Mrs—you mean, Vincent’s parents?”
He nodded so I glanced at Venom to confirm it and she just nodded. I hesitated to go with them first but then Venom told me that they are really Vincent parents’ men. I and Venom went back inside the limousine and just followed their car until we reached a huge mansion.
I wonder what his parents want from me.
As expected, their house was much bigger than Vincent’s. It was a ribbed sandstone house with a lengthy planter fused along the whole length of its upper floor. There were more butlers and servers who greeted us upon entry to their house.
“Miss Sophie, Madame told me to ask you to go to her office upstairs.” Said the butler whose name was Albert.
“I understand.” I said as I followed him upstairs. The stairs were made of glass and I couldn’t help but to feel scared that I might slip or it might break. I’ve never seen a staircase like this in my life. Seeing this house of them makes me think Vincent is a simple man since he has a simpler house. Or maybe because he’s a man. For sure the one who chose this was their mom.
We stopped in front of a huge Oakwood double-door. “This is her office, Miss Sophie.” Albert declared as he opened the door for me.
I glanced at Venom first. “I’ll be just waiting for you here outside, Miss Sophie.”
I actually wanted her to go with me but I guess she doesn’t want that idea either. The first and the last time I saw Vincent’s mom was when they went to the mansion just to scold him. She even looked at me as if I was a trash.
A bright pastel-colored room with such a girlish smell welcomed me as soon as the door went open. All the pieces of furniture were painted flesh. There were huge paintings on the wall, too. Across from where I was standing was a desk made from oak.
“Would you like to take a seat?”
I was surprised when I suddenly heard someone spoke. I raised my head and saw Vincent’s mom standing near her desk while looking directly at me. She was wearing a pink sheath dress and her hair was in a bun which made her look even stricter than ever. She and Vincent are actually the same. They are both intimidating.
“T-Thank you.” I said as I sat on the pink couch across from her desk.
She walked in my direction and sat on the couch across mine. “You’re probably thinking why I asked my men to bring you here.”
“Yes.” I replied directly which made her raise her brows at me.
“May I know your name first?”
“I’m Sophie Laurens.”
She nodded and then a woman came in and served us some coffee and cake.
“So, Sophie. I’ve heard that you got married to my son, Vincent.”
“Y-Yes.”
“How long do you know each other? Were you friends? Oh, I doubt that. Vincent never had a single friend.”
I looked at her. “Actually—
“Or perhaps he forced you to marry him, am I right?”
“Uhm…”
“So, I’m right,” she said then sipped some of her coffee. “Who’s going to be in love with that kind of man, anyway. Well, someone’s going to be in love with him because, despite his demonic attitude, he’s got wealth and looks. Although he is probably not getting his wealth the right way.”
I furrowed my brows. “Excuse me, may I know the reason why you invited me here if you don’t mind?”
“I want you to file a divorce.”