Sophia Quinn was deceived into marrying Victor Sinclair, only to find out that he was in a coma. Despite the shocking truth, she remained by his side for three years, caring for him and fulfilling her role as his wife under difficult circumstances. When Victor finally woke up, he only had eyes for Isabella Quinn, Sophia's half-sister. Overnight, Sophia became the villain in their story, forced to endure humiliation and prove her worth to a man who refused to see her sacrifices. Her heartbreak deepened when she told Victor she was pregnant, only for him to coldly reply, "You're not worthy to bear my child." Sophia tried everything to save her marriage, but when Victor abandoned her during a fire, leaving her to die despite her pregnancy, she completely gave up on him. Broken and ready to give up on life, she was rescued by Caleb Foster—a billionaire who treated her with the love and care she had always longed for. As Caleb showered her with affection and gave her a new lease on life, Sophia began to experience what true love felt like. But when Victor returns, begging for forgiveness and promising to be a good husband and father, will Sophia be willing to give him another chance? Or will she choose the man who proved himself to be her true knight in shining armor?
Lihat lebih banyakSOPHIA I remained on the ground, my cheek stinging and my heart shattered. Too weak to move, too drained to cry, I stared at the cold, polished floor. What had I done to deserve this? Why was my life a constant spiral of humiliation and pain? One by one, they all left....Victor, Evelyn, Isabella....all of them. I was alone, except for Lucas. I hated him, even though he had saved me. He was the root of my problems, the reason my marriage felt like a prison. He crouched beside me and extended his hand. “I’m sorry,” he said softly, his voice carrying a hint of guilt. “I regret what I did to you. Victor isn’t a bad man, he’s just being misled. Please, don’t give up on him. He needs someone like you in his life.” His words hung in the air, pulling at the fragile threads of my heart. I hated myself for still loving Victor. Three years of my life had been wasted in this house, and I had nothing to show for it....not a job, not even a penny to my name. Yet Lucas’s words reminded me of
SOPHIA I took a step back from Lucas, my legs trembling as water dripped down my soaked clothes. I couldn’t stand him or the questions spinning in my head about why he was here. Shaking, I turned and made my way toward the house, desperate to get away from him. The air inside was thick, suffocating, as I heard Victor’s voice echo from the living room. I hesitated by the doorway, my heart pounding. "Why didn’t you just marry me to Isabella?" Victor’s voice was sharp, angry. "You knew she was the one I loved." My breath caught in my throat. I peeked around the corner to see Evelyn standing before him, her face tense. Isabella stood nearby, tears streaming down her face as she clung to the edge of her dress like a victim in a tragic play. “Please don’t blame your mother,” Isabella said, her voice trembling with carefully placed emotion. “I was very sick at the time, and had to leave the country for surgery. But when I came back... I found out my sister had married you.” Victor
SOPHIA The words barely left my lips before Victor’s expression hardened, confusion and anger flickering in his eyes. He turned to Isabella, his sharp gaze cutting through the air. “Is it true?” His voice was low, tense. “And we’ve been together for a week. Why didn’t you think it was important to inform me that I am a married man?” Isabella hesitated, her lips parting as if searching for the perfect excuse. Finally, she spoke, her voice trembling just enough to sound genuine. “I’m sorry, Victor,” she said softly. “We went on that trip to help you heal. You were learning to walk again. I just didn’t think it was the right time.” Victor scoffed, disbelief etched into his features. Without another word, he turned on his heel and began walking away. “Wait, Victor!” I called after him, my voice breaking as I tried to mask the pain swelling in my chest. My heart shattered with each step he took, but I couldn’t let him leave without hearing me out. As much as it hurt to think of
SOPHIA A knot twisted in my stomach as I stood outside Victor’s hospital room. My hands trembled, and my voice quivered, but I couldn’t hold back. “But, doctor, I am his wife,” I insisted, desperate for him to understand. The doctor frowned, his lips pressing into a thin line. “It doesn’t matter right now,” he replied curtly. “He’s agitated because of you. He cannot be in such a state.” “Who’s agitated?” a sharp voice cut through the hallway. I turned to see Victor’s mother, Evelyn, her eyes narrowing as she approached. The doctor quickly explained, detailing what had happened in the room. Before I could respond, her hand lashed out, the slap echoing through the sterile corridor. My cheek burned as her voice dripped with venom. “Listen to me, Sophia. On no account should you tell Victor that you’re his wife. Do you understand? I forbid it.” I stood frozen, my head spinning from the sting of her words and her hand. She didn’t wait for an answer and walked into Victor’s room,
SOPHIA Three years. That’s how long it had been since my life had been upended, stripped of any semblance of freedom or dignity. I sat in the dimly lit bedroom, the beeping of Victor’s machines a steady reminder of the life that still lingered within him. My husband.....my comatose husband had been my only source of hope in a life that felt more like a prison sentence. I brushed a strand of hair from his face, my heart aching as I stared at him. Over time, I’d memorized every line, every angle of his face. He was inexplicably handsome, even in this state. Somewhere along the way, I had fallen in love with him. Perhaps it was because he was the only person who truly felt like mine, even if he couldn’t speak or reciprocate my feelings. He was my everything. Suddenly, his eyelashes fluttered. My breath hitched. “Victor?” I whispered, leaning closer. His fingers twitched, and his eyes opened for a brief moment. I gasped, tears filling my eyes. For years, I had dreamed of this mom
SOPHIA "Welcome home," my father said as he pulled me into a warm hug. His voice was steady and comforting. I smiled shyly as I stepped into the mansion. It was enormous, luxurious, and intimidating in its grandeur. My eyes darted around, taking in the sparkling chandeliers and polished floors. It was nothing like the modest countryside home I had lived in my entire life. As I stood awkwardly, a woman with kind eyes and an elegant smile approached me. “We’ve been waiting for you, Sophia,” she said warmly. Olivia Quinn, my father’s wife. She seemed genuinely nice, not the wicked stepmother I had dreaded meeting. Then there was Isabella, my half-sister, who radiated warmth and excitement. She grabbed my hand almost instantly. “You’re going to love it here,” she said, her enthusiasm infectious. For the first time since I lost my mom, I felt like I had a family. My life before this moment had been simple and lonely. My mother raised me alone in the countryside, far away from
SOPHIA "Welcome home," my father said as he pulled me into a warm hug. His voice was steady and comforting. I smiled shyly as I stepped into the mansion. It was enormous, luxurious, and intimidating in its grandeur. My eyes darted around, taking in the sparkling chandeliers and polished floors. It was nothing like the modest countryside home I had lived in my entire life. As I stood awkwardly, a woman with kind eyes and an elegant smile approached me. “We’ve been waiting for you, Sophia,” she said warmly. Olivia Quinn, my father’s wife. She seemed genuinely nice, not the wicked stepmother I had dreaded meeting. Then there was Isabella, my half-sister, who radiated warmth and excitement. She grabbed my hand almost instantly. “You’re going to love it here,” she said, her enthusiasm infectious. For the first time since I lost my mom, I felt like I had a family. My life before this moment had been simple and lonely. My mother raised me alone in the countryside, far away from...
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