Chapter 94

In his dream, Joshua murmured the question, "Sophia, why don't you believe me?" Sophia, sitting by his bedside, heard it. She reached out, gently holding his hand as she sighed softly. "Joshua, should I believe you?" Believing him would mean admitting she'd been wrong all along. And she wasn't wrong, was she? Edson's death wasn't entirely without suspicion. Joshua had every reason to be a suspect. Her doubts weren't unwarranted. … Half-conscious, I saw her blurred figure staring at me. With a faint smile, I muttered, "Sophia, let's just get divorced. I'll let you go. You let me go, too. Deal?" "No deal." Her rejection was immediate, sharp, and cold. Her grip on my hand tightened, and she leaned in close, her tone cutting like ice. "Joshua, I'll say this one last time—I'm not divorcing you. Not now, not ever." She glared at me for a moment, her frustration visible as she stood to leave. But in the end, she didn't. Instead, she stayed by my side for hours, waiting f