Chapter 352

Sarah Knight held up her wine glass, flicking a casual glance at Sophia Ford before dropping a little verbal bomb. “Things you snatch from others rarely last.” Then she coolly scooped a bite of cake, popped it in her mouth, acting like she hadn’t just thrown shade a second ago. Her eyes drifted off toward the other side of the room—there he was, Alexander Barron, cozying up with someone else. Her chest ached, like someone had stabbed her with a hundred knives. She pressed her hand lightly over her heart, as if that could stop the pain from spreading. But she had to hold it together. No way was she letting anyone see her falling apart. “Once the family dinner's over and Sophia's out of the picture, he’ll come back to me.” That hope was the only thing keeping her sane. Sophia caught sight of Sarah from afar, narrowed her eyes, and strutted over with Alexander in tow, hanging onto his arm like a trophy. She smirked. “This is the Ford family’s dinner. What’s an outsider like you doing here