This is just a bit from a Sonny/Carly scene in an upcoming chapter.
“I…should have dealt with it better, Sonny,” Carly said, though she didn’t think her actions had been nearly as bad as his. She’d been shot in the head—hadn’t she forgiven that? Did no one remember what she’d been through? “I just…I was hurt. I lashed out. I don’t…know if I meant what I said about the boys.”
She had meant every word of it and had intended to use Alexis’s secret to destroy him in court, but that wasn’t important now.
“Well, I took you for your word.” Sonny stood, crossed to the window that overlooked the city. “I thought….I’d use the summer to figure out how to fix things.”
There was more to this story, but Carly knew he would never tell her, and if it reflected badly on Sonny, it was unlikely to come from Jason either.
They were always more loyal to one another than they were to her. Men. They all stuck together.
“And when Sam died?” Carly murmured. She set the tub of cold cream down and slowly began to draw her brush through her blonde hair. “Why didn’t it come out then?”
“Sam…tricked me into terminating my parental rights,” Sonny said through clenched teeth. “I thought I was signing a trust for Evie. Instead, she took them away and created a will that left guardianship to Jason in the event of her death.”
Carly smirked. If she didn’t hate that whore so much, she might admire the tactic. A woman scorned had scorched him right back. Served him right.
It was easy to see this from Sam’s side of it. She’d been used, tossed away, foisted on Jason. Sonny had returned to his family. Why should she make it easy on the bastard who discarded her?
There was a certain poetry, a certain sense of innate justice that Carly respected.
That didn’t change the way of the world.