I regret everything...

Chapter 90

Sophie’s POV

My phone slipped from my grasp, clattering to the ground as the shock overwhelmed me.

'He was the one that killed your father'

The words echoed in my mind as I grasped the iron railing of the staircase for support, my knuckles white.

"Soph, are you okay?" The voice pulled me from my haze, reverberating as if from a distance.

Suddenly, I felt a hand shook me gently. "Are you okay, Sophie." I looked down to see Evelyn, Isabella, and my mom’s worried gaze staring up at me. Isabella held my phone, which had fallen down.

Then i saw him-Julian walking toward us. He killed my father! Julian killed my father! I yanked my phone away from Isabella and race upstairs to the room I shared with Julian. My babies were still sleeping peacefully, and I quickly locked the door behind me, leaving me trapped inside.

I sanked my butt into the bed as I looked at my phone, and the message was still glaring at me. It can't be true, can it? Julian would never do such a thing! He would never kill a human. I guess the message was sent to the wrong person. But how did the person know my father was dead? Ah, God! I wish this was all a cruel joke, I wish that this person was just trying to frame Julian and destroy our marriage.

I grabbed my phone tightly and typed a defiant response to the message: 'How dare you try to frame my husband?' but the message wouldn't send; the number was restricted.

Then came the sounds of frantic banging on the door."Open the door, Sophie!", "Open the door!", "It's your mom here, Sophie", "Open the door, milady." the voice continued, merging into a frantic chorus. At this point, they were going to break the door or wake my little cuties.

Then, my phone buzzed, and a message came in from the same ominuous number:

'I know you are finding it hard to believe, but ask Julian about him being an assassin and show him a picture of your father'

Yeah, I should really do this. I should ask Julian. It’s probably a lie, but this sender's confidence is infuriating. I moved closer to the door, hesitated, and then unlocked it. The door swung open, and my mom, Isabella, Evelyn, and Julian rushed inside.

"Can you please excuse me and Julian?" I said, my voice trembling, and they all exchanged concern glances, nodded, and left the room, leaving me and Julian alone.

"What’s wrong, Sophie." he asked, geniune worried look on his face, and I realized at that point that I really don't want to lose this man. I desperately wish everything was a lie, and we can continue our blissful life, the live we've been living for the past months. He stepped closer to me, grabbed one of my hands in a tender touch that sent butterflies grumbling in my stomach. "Are you okay?" he asked, brushing his lips against the back of my hand.

I pulled my hand away, my heart racing, grabbed him closer, my palm cupping his face, and I captured his soft lips in a desperate and tender kiss. He responded instinctively, then I broke the kiss, tears welled up in my eyes.

"Is there anything about you that I don't know?" I asked, searching his eyes for answer.

"No, baby. I don't think there's any." he said, and I realized he was being genuine. His words were convincing. But the text still lingered.

"Do you kill people before?" I dropped the bombshell as i couldn't hold the question in any longer. "I mean, were you an assassin?" The look on his face told me everything I needed to know, and I stepped back, horrified.

"I wanted to tell you, Sophie..." he began, his voice shaky.

"Then why didn't you tell me?" I interrupted him as the tears dropped from my eyes down my cheeks as I grabbed his shoulder, shaking it slightly. "Why Julian? You could have told me."

"I was planning on telling you after the wedding and the reason why I turned an assassin." he said, but I couldn’t listen anymore. I rushed to one of my suitcase, flinging it open and rifling through the contents until I found the photos of my father and me. “I’m sorry, Sophie. I swear, I didn’t mean to hide it from you,” he pleaded, but his words fell on deaf ears.

"But...you killed my father, Julian." I said as more tears streamed down my face.

"How can you say I killed your dad? I don't even know him." he said.

“Here!” I thrust the picture toward him. His reaction said it all and my hand flew instinctively fell across his face in a sharp slap."You did, Julian. You really killed my dad." I screamed, the realization hitting me hard like a tidal wave.

“I...I...can explain,” he stammered, inching closer.

“No, there’s nothing to explain! There really is nothing to explain, Julian. The wedding is called off!” I declared, my heart pounding.

"You need to hear me out, Sophie. I didn’t know he was your dad, and I—"

“I don’t want to hear your voice again! I hate you, Julian!” I spat, my voice laced with rage.

“No, Sophie. You really need to listen so you won’t regret it,” he insisted, desperation creeping into his tone.

“What’s there to regret now? Other than regretting that, I fell for you. I regret the day I met you. I regret the day I started falling for you! I regret everything, Julian. Everything! I wish I could forget you forever. I wish I could!” I yelled, my voice cracking as I glanced at Jane and Jason, who had begun to stir. “I regret our union, which brought about these innocent little cuties!” I added, my heart breaking further.

“Sophie, you need to hear me out, for real...”

“I don’t want to hear your voice, Julian. I despise you and your voice now. Leave!” I shouted, pushing him toward the door and locking it behind him.

I looked around the room, my heart heavy with sorrow and anger. I began packing my suitcases, pulling clothes from the closet, gathering my makeup kits, and shoving everything that belonged to me into my three suitcases and two minibags. I felt a mix of nostalgia and bitterness as I recalled arriving in this house with just one half-full suitcase. Now, I was leaving with three full bags, but I resolved to leave behind everything he had bought for me.

Heck. He bought everything here for me. My past clothes had been disposed of. But, anyway, I was going to leave everything, everything my father's murderer bought for me. Everything!

I dropped the debit card he had given me on the bed, grabbed a wrapper to carry Jason, and cradled Jane in my arm. I picked up my phone, unlocked the door, and headed downstairs.

“Sophie, what’s wrong?” Isabella asked, her voice filled with concern. My mom’s gaze mirrored hers, worry etched on her face. I quickly scanned the room for Julian and Evelyn but found them absent. Relief washed over me; at least I could leave without being stopped.

“Let’s go,” I said firmly. “I’ll explain everything when we get home.” My mom nodded, taking Jane from my arms, and we stepped out of Julian’s house for good.