As I watched Sofia pick at her food, trying to force down small bites between shaky breaths, something fucking savage ripped through my chest. All those girls at school who'd looked at her with envy, whispering about how lucky she was to be dating Jack Morrison - the golden boy quarterback with his family money and social status.
They had no fucking clue what was really happening behind closed doors.
My hands were trembling with barely contained rage. The fork in my grip was starting to bend under the pressure.
They saw the public displays, the expensive gifts, the way Jack would put his arm around her at school events. What they didn't see was the systematic humiliation, the psychological torture disguised as jokes, the way he'd weaponized her family's expectations to keep her trapped like some fucking animal.
