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BILLION WORTH WIFE CHAPTER 46
Sophie . . The fluorescent light melded with a silent breeze, creating a serene environment. The office was empty; there was no Lucy to chew on her pen, no Timmy to aggressively punch his laptop keyboards, and, best of all, no Mrs. Moore's piercing gaze—just me and my laptop. This was probably the hundredth time I had yawned. Fatigue had made a home out of my bones, muscles—every cell I was made of. For the past few days, my symptoms had vanished. It was as though I had no baby in me; unknown to me, it was gathering its force to strike harder. After sipping my beverage, I placed it on the desk. Its soft thud gnawed at my ears. Although the environment was perfect, something still felt missing. A shuffled footstep swallowed the silence. I didn’t need to take my eyes off the laptop to know it was Timmy. “Good morning, Sophie.” He settled into the seat next to me, placing his bag and laptop on the desk. “Good morning,” I greeted without taking my eyes off my laptop. T
BILLION WORTH WIFE CHAPTER 47
Sophie . . My eyes were fixed on the door as though I were walking into the cage of a lion—one that would pounce and feast on me to stave his starvation. Swallowing hard, I drew a long breath and knocked on the door before opening it. Alex's head was buried in his palms; his elbows leaned on the desk. “Good morning.” I settled in the seat across from him, my eyes landing on a bottle of pill on the table. I squinted my eyes in an attempt to discern what was written on it, and aside from the black ink, I couldn’t make out anything, so I shoved the thought off. Alex snatched the bottle. The pills rattled in the container as he tossed them into the drawer of his desk. “Good morning. What can I do for you?” In his voice, there was no coldness or warmth, just emptiness. Although there was no coldness in his voice, his words chilled my nerves, and an icy sensation tightened my chest. I cleared my throat quietly . “Mrs. Moore told me to show you the design for the rooms on the f
BILLION WORTH WIFE CHAPTER 48
48 ALEX . . Sophie slammed the door so hard the windows trembled in their frames. An exasperated sigh escaped my throat as I craned my neck, casting my gaze on the ceiling. I dropped to the vinyl chair, one leg bent while the other stretched out beneath the desk. A throb shot through my head, but I didn’t massage it. There was no use; it only soothes it for some time, but as long as the cause was still there, it would never go away—so I felt the pain. As long as there was Mia in my life, this pain wasn’t going away. A knock came before the door opened. My P.A. walked in, holding the file requested. “Sir,” he handed it. It was the compilation of the company’s business transactions, management reports, and other business analysis documents during Damien’s father's tenure to my father’s. If I were to have the seat of the chairman of the board of directors, there were mistakes I had to avoid and strategies I needed to apply. Flipping through the pages, it felt thinner than
BILLION WORTH WIFE CHAPTER 49
Sophie..My laptop was nestled in my left hand and a cup of mocha coffee in my right hand as I waddled to the office. The roasted beans and cocoa lingered in the steam of coffee that warmed my face. It was soothing. Yet, a thought—thoughts hindered me from completely relishing in the aromatic relief the coffee offered. Yesterday memories still hung over me, a shadow that followed me, even in darkness. ‘My Alex.’ my words echoed in my head. Although it stung, there was still a pleasurable warmth that came anytime the word popped into my head.“Good morning everyone,” I greeted absentmindedly as I settled into a seat. I dropped my laptop and coffee on the table. My eyes fell on Mrs. Moore, in a seat opposite the projection screen, the long table occupying the space between her and the screen. Her gaze was as vibrant as the red shirt she wore.“Good morning, Mrs. Moore.” I didn’t know why I had to greet her again, maybe because of how her eyes burned with memories of yesterday. Igno
BILLION WORTH WIFE CHAPTER 50
Sophie . . The archery range was tucked away in the serene corner of Manhattan. American elm trees encircled the area. Their leaves rustled in the cool breeze that eased off the warmth of the sun. The wooden targets stood on the ground carpeted with striking green grasses. “Is this tight enough?” Luca adjusted the straps of the black guard before tightening the fasteners. I nodded. My heart thudded in my chest as I rocked on my feet. The excitement slowly burning off the anger. I haven’t seen a bow or arrow, let alone shot one. Alex was always busy with work, so we barely did stuff like this. Luca chuckled at my excitement as he handed me a black metallic bow. My fingers ran across its smooth surface before I gripped it. “Let’s start with your stance.” His voice was airy and soothing as he moved behind me. “Stand with your feet shoulder-apart.” He used his legs to guide mine as they glided on the grass. “Your toes should be pointing outward.” “Mmhmm.” I did exactly as I
BILLION WORTH WIFE CHAPTER 51
Alex . . Every movement, every turn, shot pain through me. My body was still sore from yesterday’s exercise. It would have been justified if I actually did much—but I didn't. The black ink on the paper before me faded into a blur. I shook my head, shaking off the tiredness that blindfolded me, and the writings became vivid. I trailed the paper with my pen, reading word for word, yet it was hard to focus. A minute had passed by, and I was still stuck on a sentence. I dropped the pen and rubbed my face with a palm. My phone buzzed, and I picked it up. “Have you asked your secretary?” Benjamin asked “About the file, Been busy. I even forgot about it.” I spun the pen between my fingers. “You forgot, that’s new,” Benjamin remarked. For some reason, his words pricked at me, and a frown formed on my face. “What do you mean? I’m not allowed to forget things,” I said with a clipped tone. “Someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning.” Benjamin chuckled, and
BILLION WORTH WIFE CHAPTER 52
Alex..52..I didn't want to be here. I could be anywhere but not in his office, staring at his cunny smile, devious intents painting his eyes. But curiosity had pulled me; the quest for answers had lured me. So here I was, drumming my fingers against my crossed leg, my back against the black office visitor chair.“This is the first time in years you are stepping into my office.” The cunny smile still dominated Mr. Watson’s lips as he leaned in, his hands crossed on the desk.“I have never had a reason to be here.” I wiggled a brow as I leaned further into the chair, shifting and adjusting, yet it offered no comfort.He chuckled longer than one should last. “You and I know you have had plenty of reasons to be here; you just rather send people.” His tone conveyed there was a hidden meaning in his words.My mind couldn’t help but race to search for that meaning. “What did you have that was so important that you had to pull me here?” Drawing a long breath, he rose to his feet. He st
BILLION WORTH WIFE CHAPTER 53
Sophie ..The morning was cold, but it couldn’t compete with the chillness in Alex’s tone. “So let me get this straight. You are saying Sophie is accusing Timmy of stealing her design.” Alex’s eyes jumped between Mrs. Moore and Timmy. He turned to me. “Why didn’t you tell me about this?” Warmth broke into his tone.I sat without uttering a word, leaving silence to swallow the meeting room, not because I was terrified but because I was struggling with my pregnancy symptoms. Each time I opened my mouth, the nausea threatened to escape. Each inhale infused me with more fatigue. Mrs. Moore scoffed and leaned back into the chair. “I don’t care whether you get it straight or not, but it is what it is. I was disappointed too. Since you spoke so highly of her. Like she was special.”Alex cut her off. “Let Sophie speak first.” He glared at Mrs. Moore. He turned back to me. “Explain what happened to me.” His tone was like a chameleon—cold to Mrs. Moore and warm to me.Mrs. Moore glowered, an
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