4.~~~~
David exhales in relief, watching the direction where Angelina left. Sophia stands beside him, her face still red with humiliation, tears brimming in her eyes.
David Miller
Relieved, muttering*
Thank God… Angelina doesn’t know anything. She trusts us… blindly. She didn’t accuse, she didn’t doubt… it’s good, Sophia. Very good.
Sophia Jones
*Snapping, voice trembling with anger*
Good? You call this good? She slapped me in front of everyone, David! She humiliated me… she made me look like I don’t even care about my baby. And you’re saying it’s good?
David Miller
*Shaking his head, calm but firm*
No, Sophia. You’re seeing it wrong. She didn’t humiliate you. She stopped you because you were about to run recklessly while pregnant. She cared.
Sophia Jones
*bitter, trying to manipulate*
No, David. Don’t be blind. She did it on purpose… she wanted people to think I’m irresponsible. She made me look weak, just to make herself look strong and noble. Can’t you see? She’s playing with us.
David Miller
*Turning to her, eyes intense*
No, Sophia. You’re wrong. Angelina doesn’t doubt us. She trusts me… she trusts you… blindly. She didn’t do it to shame you—she did it because she cares.
Sophia Jones
*Scoffing, desperate*
Cares? About me? Don’t be naive, David. She only cares about her image. She doesn’t give a damn about my baby—
David Miller
*Cutting in, voice firm, almost protective of Angelina*
Stop it, Sophia. She does care. Because she loves me. That’s why she cared about you and the baby too—because she sees you as part of me.
Sophia freezes, her lips parting in shock. The realization stings—David isn’t just defending Angelina, he’s confessing his obsession openly.
Sophia Jones
*whispering, shaken*
You… you’re choosing her side… even after she slapped me?
David Miller
*Calm, but obsessed, almost smiling*
I’m not choosing sides. I’m just telling you the truth. Angelina didn’t humiliate you… she protected you. And she protected us.
Sophia lowers her gaze, her manipulation crumbling. Inside, jealousy and fear churn—because no matter what she says, David’s heart belongs to Angelina.
David sits back, still firm after their heated words. His face is calm but stern, holding onto the thought that Angelina only acted out of care
Sophia Jones
*Voice softer now, eyes shimmering with tears, clutching David’s arm tightly*
David… I know I lost my temper. I shouldn’t have snapped at you… it’s just… it hurts when you always defend her. I feel like no matter what, Angelina will always come first in your eyes.
David Miller
*Sighs, trying to gently free his arm, but she clings tighter*
Sophia, it’s not about first or second. It’s about trust. Angelina trusts us blindly, and I can’t ignore that. She has never once doubted me or you.
Sophia Jones
*Presses her forehead against his shoulder, sobbing softly*
But what about me, David What about our baby? Don’t I deserve the same care? The same protection? Sometimes I feel like… I’m the outsider. Like she can be rude, and you’ll still stand with her.
David Miller
*Gently but firmly, looking down at her*
She may be strict at times, but not rude. Don’t twist her intentions, Sophia. She loves me, and in that love… she even cares about you and the baby. That’s why she reacted.
Sophia Jones
*Sniffling, still hugging his arm tighter, lowering her voice into a fragile whisper*
I love you, David… more than anything. You and this baby is my whole world. I just… I don’t want to lose you.
David Miller
*Stroking her shoulder gently, voice calm but distracted*
Sophia… I love you too. Don’t ever doubt that.
David’s thinks--How did Angelina even know Sophia was pregnant? I never told her. Sophia never told her. Someone must have said something… or did she find out herself?
David Miller
*thought himself*
Tonight, when I get home, I’ll ask her directly. If she heard it from someone, then the secret is out. But if she pieced it together herself… then maybe I still have a chance to control the damage.
The room is dim. Sophia sits on the edge of her bed, the pregnancy stress weighing heavy on her, but the humiliation from the restaurant burns hotter than anything. Her makeup is smeared, her eyes swollen from crying. A mirror stands before her.
Sophia Jones
*To her reflection, voice trembling with rage*
Why… why does she always win?
She slams the dressing table, rattling bottles. Her voice rises, breaking with frustration
Sophia Jones
I tried to make her look like a jealous wife… I tried to show everyone she was doubting us… but she twisted everything! She made me look irresponsible, childish… and herself? Kind. Noble. Perfect!
Her hands clutch her stomach protectively, her voice cracking
Sophia Jones
*Bitter, whispering*
Everyone saw her as the savior… while I looked like a fool. A dumb fool.
Sophia Jones
*Screaming *
I hate her! I hate her
Her sobs echo, then soften into whispers
Sophia Jones
No matter what… she’s always one step ahead of me. And that terrifies me… because she doesn’t even try. She doesn’t fight — she just exists… and still everyone bows to her.
Sophia collapses back on the bed, staring at the ceiling. Her hand rests on her belly. Her voice is a bitter whisper, filled with both fear and determination.
Sophia Jones
But I won’t let her take everything from me. Not David. Not my place. Not this child’s future… No matter how perfect she looks, I’ll find a way. I have to…
The scene fades on Sophia’s face — a storm of jealousy, fear, and dangerous resolve
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