Sophie didn't believe a word.

As she passed me, she leaned in close. "Elena Fox, being a sore loser is pointless."

"Look at you—all that pretty makeup, and Andrew still divorced you."

"Face it. A woman like you, a failure who couldn't keep her man? Once your looks fade, no amount of makeup will save you."

"But me? I'll be a better Mrs. James than you ever were." She smiled. "Thanks for the spot."

I met her provocative gaze and let a mocking smile spread across my face.

"You really are something special." I tilted my head. "A woman with your talent for climbing into men's beds—hard to find, even in Havenport."

Sophie's expression shifted instantly, her eyes reddening on cue. "Andrew, look at her..." Her voice trembled. "I was kind enough to offer Elena a ride, and she doesn't just refuse—she humiliates me like this."

Andrew James, who'd been leaning against the car smoking and eyeing me up and down, went cold. "Elena Fox, let me make this clear one more time." He flicked ash off his cigarette. "Sophie isn't a mistress. You and I were already over. She just happened to walk into my life." He paused for effect. "She's my true love."

The same rehearsed script. I ducked my head and laughed softly. "Say whatever you want. It doesn't matter anymore."

I waved the divorce certificate in my hand. "Andrew, you're the one who said I trapped you. Well, here's your freedom. So why are you still here? Get lost."

Sophie slipped back into her wounded-dove act, eyes glistening like she might cry. "Elena, I've always looked up to you like an older sister. I've respected you so much. Even if you and Andrew are divorced, you could still be friends. Why make things so ugly?"

I snorted.

How Andrew and I ended up here—this homewrecker knew better than anyone. And she still had the nerve to stand in front of me, playing the victim, batting those innocent eyes.

I wasn't buying it.

"Sophie Quinn." My voice dropped. "If you show your face in front of me again, I'll make it much uglier."

Rage flared in Andrew's eyes. He slammed the car door so hard the bang echoed down the street. "Sophie, forget her. She doesn't know kindness when she sees it—treats our goodwill like garbage. We don't need to play the nice guys anymore."

He wrapped his arm around Sophie, climbed into the car, and drove off.

I stood there, motionless, watching until their taillights disappeared.

Then—

"Elena, why are your eyes red?"