Meanwhile, Sophia had rushed over to one of the lounges on the racing grounds to meet Tristan after the race.
âTristan⦠Iâm coming, Tristan!â
Sophia sometimes felt like sheâd become much more youthful after meeting Tristan. Not only that, but sheâd become more fearless, too.
While living with the Beckett family, Sophia had hidden her true self and constructed a fake persona for the past 20 years or so. She had long been fed up and tired of having to appeal to Javier every single day.
Sophia had had enough of trying to appease a man she despised with every fiber of her being.
Tristanâs presence was like the life-giving rain that a parched, cracked desert yearned for, completely rejuvenating Sophia. She was deeply entranced, unable to break free from him.
With her heart pounding in excitement, Sophia shakily knocked on the lounge door. But it didnât open even when she knocked again and again.
In the end, Sophia barged in and locked the door behind her.
Unexpectedly, she was the only one in the room.
âWhat⦠Why isnât he here?â Sophia mumbled.
Just then, she saw a syringe on one of the empty tables in the room.
Sophia couldnât be more familiar with what it was-her life-saving elixir!
Her breathing quickened as she went over to grab the syringe. Before It was as if Tristan had a hidden camera aimed right at Sophia. His phone call came at just the opportune moment.
âWhere are you, Tristan?â Sophiaâs tone was filled with impatience and unbearable desire.
âThere are too many eyes here in the racecourse, maâam. Iâm afraid no amount of explanation would be able to clarify any scandals if we were seen meeting one another,â Tristan explained.
He seemed especially considerate of Sophia. âItâs not an issue for me, but Iâd be upset if your reputation were affected.â
Tears of gratitude filled Sophiaâs eyes. âYouâre the best, Tristan. Youâre the only one for me.â
âI know youâve been going through hard times after being off from the meds, so Iâve decided to give it to you as a gift. I hope it brings you some comfort,â Tristan said.
They chatted for a short while before ending the call.
Sophia couldnât wait any longer. Her bloodshot eyes were wide and starving as she uncapped the syringe. She then injected the entire contents of the syringe into her arm.
âAhhâ¦â Sophia gasped, her eyes immediately becoming hazy and distant. She melted onto the floor as if made from butter, tears, and snot oozing out of her orifices.
It was an ugly and twisted sight to see.
Sophia was not some proud, respectable businessmanâs wife at this moment. She was a mere slave to drugs right now.
After enjoying the high, Sophia slowly went over to the mirror to readjust herself.
Sure enough, she appeared livelier with the drugs in her system. Her skin even seemed to be smoother than before.
For some reason, however, Sophia felt like something was off after injecting the drugs, yet she couldnât pinpoint what it was.
Suddenly, two knocks could be heard.
The sudden knocking on the door made Sophia jerk up in fright. Her hand clasped her chest as she hunched over, staring at the door.
âAre you in there, Madam Sophia?â Roryâs emotionless voice floated through the door, making Sophiaâs heart leap to her throat.
Sophia was suddenly so glad Tristan hadnât come to their little rendezvous. How could she have possibly hidden such an illicit relationship?