Alex snapped his fingers "Two weeks ago, on Friday, you sent me a text about staying over at a friend's place, didn't you?!" he asked as she had an oblivious look plastered on her face.
"Me? Sent you a text?" Raising a brow, she questioned, not recalling ever sending him a text after their one year of marriage. Sophia had given him space, trying hard to make sure he never gets angry at her actions. She had always walked on eggshells around him, hoping it would make him at least notice her. She had hopes, high hopes."Oh fuck!" he shouted with a furious seep of air "You aren't just a cheat, you are also a liar and a fucking whore!" he roared "And I don't care, sign those papers before I return tomorrow, cause there's no one, nobody— not even grandfather would be able to stop this divorce from happening!"Of all the words he had just said, none of them hurt her as much as hearing him calling her a whore did "Alex..." Sophia whispered, she closed her eyes as tears threatened to fall. How does she explain to him that she had fallen hopelessly in love with him and she would never do anything that goes against him or their marriage?"You think I'm a whore?" Sophia breathed "I've only slept with you before!" she said, her heart felt like it had shattered into tiny little pieces as it ached a lot. She wanted to cry, fall to her knees and beg him to believe what she was saying, her hands fidgeted beside her and she clutched them together, trying her possible best to not show how hurt she was."Oh God, Sophia. I wonder how you keep lying to my face continuously this way. I'm so disappointed in you!"Alex said his last words and walked past her, heading for the exit of the dining hall before her words stopped him in his tracks "It's because of Alice, isn't it? Your ex-girlfriend is back and you return to being bedazzled. All you just want is to get back with her!" she cried, but didn't stop saying what she had in mind."Get this straight into your head! Alice is your ex-girlfriend that left you for fame and I am your wife that has been with you for over a year! So if you think you would be able to trash me away just because she is back, then you are mistaken, 'cause I'm going nowhere!"Alex turned, his pale green eyes staring daggers at her, jabbing her heart into bits as the man she had fallen head over heels for ever since her teenage years stared deadly at her, not showing the slightest of emotions in them, all they held was hatred.And to think there was a time Sophia found the same eyes as the most gentle eyes she had ever met."Alice has got nothing to do with this, stop trying to blame innocent people for your precarious actions. This is about you and your acclaimed friend who you seemed to have been sleeping with!" Alex yelled."Finn is my friend and you are my husband! I've never been touched by anyone but you!" she tried to make him understand but Alex seemed as though his ears has been punctured to not listen to anyone but himself."We have never even slept in the same room after marriage!" He said. Sophia stared at him, feeling her legs wobble. They had slept together before— once, two weeks ago but he doesn't remember, she thought he did."And how am I supposed to believe your words when the pictures have you and your acclaimed friend sleeping in a tight embrace, bare!" he clenched his jaws, "I have no time to listen to any more from you. I'm leaving" he declared."You have twenty-four hours. Twenty-four hours to sign that document!" Alex said, briefly pointing at the divorce papers on the dining table.Sophia stared at him, not knowing what to say anymore as he has chosen to not believe her, with every step he took towards the door, her heart hammered in her chest, was this how it was going to end between them?A tear found its way out of her eyes "Where are you going to? It's cold and raining heavily tonight!" even after all he had said, she was still worried."I don't care! As long as I can stay away from you," with that, he stepped out of the dining, heading to the exit of the house, with each step residing as his shoes clicked on the floor— the next thing Sophia heard was the loud bang of the main door.He left.Her legs gave way, trembling uncontrollably as if they had turned to jelly. Sophia felt dizzy and with a heavy thud, she crumpled to the ground, completely devoid of any strength. Her vision blurred, and she tightly shut her eyes, holding back the tears that threatened to fall. A pregnancy result and test stick in her pants pocket dropped to the floor.With her eyes shut tightly, she reached out for it, desperately trying to hold back the tears that loomed near as her chest rose and fell, gasping for air. She loves Alex so much, she was ready to do anything he ever wanted from her, anything at all. Amidst her unwavering commitment, the thought of their marriage ending within a mere year had never crossed her mind.Her gaze fixated on the faint line and the test result, her eyes devoid of focus as a veil of tears began to obscure her vision as if a dam inside her had shattered. The last string in her heart snapped, and a torrent of tears broke free, releasing the pain and anguish within her. Their marriage for the past year was never roses and lilies, but she never for once complained to anyone, not even her parents or his. As long as she had him for herself, then it was okay, nothing else mattered. He hardly sleeps at home at night, he came around at least once a week or after two weeks, spending a night at home and leaving the next morning, even before she gets up.Unbridled tears streamed down her face as she stared at the two parallel lines etched on the pregnancy stick.She held tightly to her stomach as a sharp pang coursed through her, making her feel as if she is not only being pierced in her heart alone but also in her abdomen.Sophia whimpered, biting her lips tightly to not cry out loud. Even as her lips stung in pain, she didn't stop.She discovered she was pregnant earlier this morning, hopeful that he would be happy at the news and she yearned for it to bring them closer, even if it would just be a little — but just before she could announce the news to him, he suddenly wants a divorce.Sophia felt stupid for thinking that a miracle would happen and Alex would cherish her so much.He wanted a divorce and just like she had always done, she would listen to him. Sophia sat down on the floor of the bedroom, he gave her twenty-four hours but she decided to leave that night. Her eyes were fixated on the piece of paper in her hand as tears streamed down her eyes. She had written a letter when she was eighteen, intending to give him but she never got the chance.Their story started in high school when she fell while they were running in the school's field for P.E. The heavy fall made her end up with a small cut on her lower leg, just below her knee. The story was as vivid as daylight to her.On her way to the infirmary, someone shouted her name, looking back Sophia's gaze fell on the young guy running towards her. By the time he got to where she stood, he was gasping for breath, attempting to regain his composure."Hey," Alex said and let out a breath as he leaned forward,
As the first rays of dawn pierced through the curtains, Alex found himself gripped by an inexplicable restlessness. Thoughts of Sophia consumed his mind, leaving him no choice but to act on his mounting anxiety. It was still dark outside when he threw a jacket and stormed out, determined to confront her before she could disappear from his life. Driving swiftly through the empty streets, his knuckles white against the steering wheel, with clenched jaws, he frustratingly punched the wheel, and brushed his hand through his hair, he replayed the events of the previous day, struggling to make sense of it all. What have I done? Pulling up to the grand mansion, his heart pounding with a mix of dread and anticipation, he stepped down from the car, his eyes darted around the surrounding for a brief moment, he ruffled his hair in both frustration and confusion as his mind was in chaos. He agrees he has never been the best husband over the year, but how could she break his trust and betray h
On the same night of their divorce, the news spread like wildfire throughout the whole of Evermore about the end of the one-year marriage of Sophia Smith to Alexander Carter. And none of the rumors was a good one, as they all had the same thought. Why would Sophia Smith do that to Alexander when he was the heir of the Carter's Group of Companies, he was bagged with wealth, a brilliant young CEO, and not to mention a lot of ladies were ready to throw themselves at him the moment they got the chance. Everyone believes the failure of the marriage was Sophia's fault, failing to apprehend the fact that, for marriage to work out, the two parties should be involved wholly, something which Alex had failed. Sophia had nowhere to go, she was uncertain of what her parents would think of her, and maybe they wouldn't believe her just like Alex, she had completely switched off her phone, not ready to pick up calls from anyone as her mind was in chaos. Despite her uncertainty, she held a glimmer
The morning sun painted the sky with hues of golden rays, casting a serene glow over the bustling city of Kentucky, a heavily pregnant young lady stepped out of the grocery shop, her blonde hair blended in with the bright rays of the sun, the gentle breeze played with her hair, and the air carried the sweet scent of fresh blooming flowers outside the nearby stall. A gentle smile grazed Sophia's lips as she felt a slight kick in her abdomen, at the same time, her face pulled into a frown as she felt a sharp pain in her lower back, she released a sharp breath and sat on the bench placed outside the grocery shop. She recently found out she was going to have twins, and as her due date came closer, she had been receiving strong kicks from her babies, still unsure of what gender they were. It's been eight months already, Sophia sighed. She's already Eight months pregnant. Eight months since she left Evermore. Eight months fr
In her private office at the hospital, a young woman took a moment to relax. She swiveled in her chair, her blonde hair cascading over her shoulders. The gentle sunbeams filtered through the window, casting a warm glow on her, and an air of elegance surrounded her. Her eyes, previously closed, blinked open as she looked around her office. Her gaze lingered on the wall adorned with framed certificates and awards, evidence of her hard-earned achievements over the past five years. Among them, a framed picture caught her attention. It depicted her standing proudly with her twins, Aiden and Adeline, one on each side. Sophia sighed as she gently brushed her hair away from her face, feeling the exhaustion seep into her bones. Glancing at her wristwatch, she noticed that the school's closing hours had come and gone, and the twins were likely already home. The weight of her demanding work schedule had left her with little time to spend with them this week. A pang of guilt tug
"No. He wouldn't be there," Sophia finally answered. "It's not a problem, Mommy. Just having you here means everything to me. I'm sure Adeline feels the same way. Besides, it's time we stop dwelling on him," he said, his gaze shifting to his sister. His serious expression added years to his young face, causing a pang of sorrow in Sophia's heart. "I read a quote in a book I came across on your table a while back," Aiden said with a smile. "It said, 'People make time for what they value,' so maybe he's just too busy to spend time with us. Or check up on us."Sophia's heart sank at his words. She couldn't help but wonder how quickly her children were growing up. This wasn't how a five-year-old should be. They were supposed to be lively, full of life, and surrounded by the abundant love of both parents. Aiden seemed to be handling it better than his sister, but she knew that those who tried to hide their pain behind a facade of strength were often the ones hurting the most.
In the stillness of midnight, Sophia lay cocooned in the embrace of deep slumber, bathed in the soft glow of the moonlight seeping through the curtains. The silence of the night was abruptly shattered by the intrusive ring of her phone, perched on the bedside table. Her face pulled into a deep frown and she stirred in her sleep, reaching out for the pillows and covering her ears, choosing to ignore the call. After a long day at the hospital, she returned a few hours ago and had to tuck the twins to sleep before she came into her room barely an hour ago, and just when she was settling and drifting to sleep, the caller decided to interrupt. The caller seemed persistent, as her phone kept on ringing aggressively. Sophia cried out, before reaching for the phone, failing to check the caller ID as she answered the call. "Dr. Sophia Smith, speaking. How may I assist you?" she muttered, her tone precise, rising to sit up on the bed and turn on the bedside lamp, trying to blin
"Sophia, this had better be a damned one-off, or your future here is toast! And I'll personally ensure you pay dearly for it!" "If there's one thing a doctor should never do," Dr. Sarah began, her tone sharp as a scalpel, "it's to walk into an operating room or commence a procedure with a heart full of conflicting emotions! With the accolades you've received in this hospital, I'm certain you need no reminder of this fundamental rule. Yet, you faltered the moment you stepped inside!" It was 10 AM the next morning, and Sophia found herself seated in Dr. Sarah Mitchell's office, the assistant to the Chief of Surgical Service Director. Dr. Mitchell, a young woman with honey-blonde hair, exuded an air of disapproval that hung heavily in the room. Her demeanor toward Sophia was far from friendly, as her interactions were marked by a noticeable coldness and rudeness, making the atmosphere tense and uncomfortable. Sophia wasn't supposed to be here. She was meant to be with
The Next Day. “One of the security officers helped me to send the footage of that night to this flash drive,” Arielle said as she stepped into Sophia's office, looking fairly frantic. With a small sigh, she added, “This really is our last option. I’ve thought through everything we could do to have this issue die down before the next couple of hours. I couldn't come up with anything.” She finally looked up, and her gaze fell on Sophia, who was staring blankly at a file in her hand. After a moment, she finally looked up from the file and brushed her fingers through her hair as she let the paper slip from her fingers and fall to her office table. All these would have been easily avoided if she had paid attention and made sure Patricia signed the consent form that night. But how could she have paid attention when Patricia’s screams stabbed through her senses and closely reminded her of the time she was in labor too, when she feared she was going to lose her babies? Shaking he
Feeling faint and lost, Sophia stared down at her scrunchie, pulling it slightly and rubbing her fingers against it, her thoughts straying off. Alex's words played in her mind again and again. And each time it did, it sent her back to a pool of memories she thought she had forgotten. A sigh escaped her lips, and she brushed her fingers through her hair. Sophia stopped in front of a hospital room, and when she glanced in through the window, she noticed Patricia wasn't alone; her mother-in-law was present. Her lips pressed into a thin line as she took in the scene. One of the twins was wailing in Patricia’s arms, red-faced and crying, while the other cried just as loudly from the bed. But what irked her was the sight of Patricia’s mother-in-law, who lay sprawled on the couch, sleeping as if she had no care in the world. Sophia clenched and unclenched her fists, swallowing down the frustration that climbed in her throat. It wasn’t that she expected much from the woman, but se
“Lucas?” Sophia turned to face him, surprised to see him here. He didn't tell her he was coming over, and this was his first time visiting her at the hospital. Before she could approach him, he made his way to where she was standing. A small smile tugged at his lips as he came to stand in front of her. “I didn't know you were coming over,” Sophia told him, sparing him a small smile. “I came around to check up on my uncle. Thought I should check up on you too,” he told her, and Sophia muttered a silent ‘oh.’ Lucas tilted his head slightly, and that was when his gaze fell on the person Sophia had been conversing with. Lucas spared him a nod in greeting, but to his utmost surprise, the patient only spared him a look, not bothering to answer his greeting. Lucas cleared his throat, brushing his fingers through his hair. “I see you were busy,” he said to Sophia, who immediately realized what he meant. He must have seen her feeding Alex. “Oh, yeah,” she muttered, glancing o
Sophia was silenced by Alex's words; she wasn't sure what to say to him anymore. Hesitation blared through her veins at his request, and she swallowed the lump stuck in her throat. There was no way she was going to accept feeding him; what was he even thinking of making such a suggestion? “You don't really expect that I'll agree to that, do you?” She raised a brow at him, gauging his reaction to see whether he was indeed serious. Alex brushed a thumb across his lower lip. “So you wouldn't do it then?” he asked instead of responding to her question. “Of course not. I have work to do, and I can't sit down to feed a patient.” She was quick to answer. Alex gave her a small nod; he turned his gaze from her and stared down at his bandaged hand. “That sounds like an excuse to me.” “It's not an excuse. It's simply not appropriate,” she said clearly, instinctively taking a step back as he slowly looked up from his hand to her. His gaze was warm and hot, burning through her skin.
Sophia stood at the door to Alex’s room, contemplating whether to actually go inside and ask if he had a hand in everything being wiped out all of a sudden. She had a feeling it must have been him because there was no one else who could have done such a thing. She just wanted to confirm, Sophia reminded herself. It wasn’t like she had come up to his room for another reason; it was only to confirm if he had a hand in all the media outlets suddenly dropping the topic about the allegations. She raised her hand and knocked on the door. Knock. Knock. After a couple of minutes, no one answered. She couldn't hear any movement from inside, either. Frowning in confusion, she knocked once again but was only met with silence. Without another thought, she slowly pushed the door open, and as soon as she stepped inside, she was met with an empty room. Her brows creased, and she glanced over at the bathroom door. “Alex?” she called out after a moment, but no answer came. Wher
The hospital was buzzing with gossips and rumours, and in just a span of a little past 42 hours since the news was out, every single room in Greenwood hospital was talking about the same incident. Sophia couldn't simply act deaf to every single thing, but she was trying to. She had much more on her plate to be bothered about the rumors. “Good morning, Doc Soph!” She walked past a couple of nurses who were standing around together and whispering something to themselves, but as soon as they saw her, they simply spared her warm smiles and greeted her. “Good morning,” Choosing to ignore whatever they might have been saying, Sophia returned the smile and kept on walking. Her gaze dropped to her watch, and a frown curved up her brows when she noticed the time was already as late as 10 A.M. It was a very unusual time for her to come to work. But she couldn't help it; the director had urged her to stay back at home till the reporters trooping out of the hospital were sent away. D
Patricia let out a shaky breath, and she didn't realize when tears started streaming out of her eyes slowly. Sophia could clearly see through her distress, but they needed to get this done with, because she was just as determined to help Patricia. Right from the day she met her in the hospital, heavily pregnant with fear shimmering in her eyes. Patricia pressed her lips into a thin line, thinking it through thoroughly. She wanted a way out. She was tired of living in a family where her husband didn't care about her. Where her husband was just like a pawn to his mother. She wanted a better life for her daughters, a life where them being females aren't pointed out as a disappointment, a disadvantage, or even a flaw. She looked back up at Sophia, wiping the tears from her eyes. “I... I don’t even know where I’d go,” she admitted in a low voice. “I don’t have anyone else, no family, no friends. I don't have anyone,” her shoulders dropped, and her gaze lowered. Sophia’s expre
Sophia stepped out of the elevator, and she glanced around. Rather than make her way straight to the security office to confirm the footage Ariella had mentioned about, she came this way instead. She turned around the hall and stopped in front of a room, staring inside through the window. Her eyes squinted at the young mother who was standing by the window, with both of her babies cradled on each arm. A frown curved up Sophia's expression when she noticed Patricia was alone. Something that hardly happens, because her mother-in-law was usually there. With one glance around the hallway, she knocked slightly on the door, and when she didn't get a response, she was just about to open the door, but the footsteps approaching the door from inside made her stay still for a moment. Knock. Knock. She knocked on the door again and opened it slowly; at the same time, Patricia got to the door, and before Sophia could push it open, the young mother slammed it closed. Beyond shoc
Sophia walked down the hallway absentmindedly; she wasn't certain about what to think of anymore. And despite trying to shove all thoughts of Alex away, it proved difficult to. A tired sigh escaped from her lips, and she brushed her blonde, silky hair to the back with her fingers before making another turn and entering the elevator. Her gaze slid to the time on her wristwatch, and a frown curved her expression when she noticed something amiss. She turned rigid on the spot and looked up from her wristwatch when she realized she had forgotten her bag in his room. Pressing her lips into a thin line, she contemplated going back to get it, but she didn't want to go back to his room. At least not today anymore. She wasn't certain where they stood; after hearing all he said, she would be lying if she said the walls around her heart didn't shatter the slightest. He didn't submit the divorce papers, which meant… They were still legally married. Her throat tightened at the thought.