Sophia cradled her baby in the nursery, the soft hum of the lullaby machine is filling the room. The child’s tiny fingers curled gently around hers, and for a brief moment, peace settled over her. But the serenity was short-lived. Her father’s voice echoed in her mind, it's stern and unrelenting. "Sophia, you’re making a mistake. He’s using you. Again." Then came Jamella’s voice, sharper and more urgent. "You’re blind if you think he’s changed. People like Julian don’t change—they just get better at fooling you." She shut her eyes, willing the words away. Julian had been trying. He’d been home more, spending time with their baby, even cooking breakfast. And yet, doubt lingered like a shadow she couldn’t shake. The door creaked open, breaking her thoughts. Julian stepped inside, his smile is wide and disarming. “Hey,” he whispered, leaning against the frame. “How’s our little angel?” “She just fell asleep,” Sophia replied softly, her gaze is fixed on the baby’s peaceful
Sophia is hiding just outside Julian’s office, the low light from the ajar door illuminates her tear-streaked face. Her chest tightens as she strains to hear the conversation inside. “Do you really think she bought your little redemption act? That 'I’m-suddenly-a-good-husband' nonsense?” Vanessa asked Julian, mocking Sophia. “Of course, she did. Sophia’s always been naive, clinging to her precious ‘happy ending.’ All I had to do was throw her a few breadcrumbs—a couple of sweet words and a few staged moments with our son," Julian sighed, saying this annoyed. Vanessa then laughed coldly. "You’re such a smooth liar, darling. But what’s the plan now? She’s been getting too confident lately, thinking she’s got her life back together.” Julian is back in his chair. “The plan stays the same. I’ll keep her distracted with the baby. Make her feel like I’m trying to fix our marriage. Meanwhile, you and I focus on finalizing the paperwork to transfer the rest of her assets. Once that’s
Sophia is hiding just outside Julian’s office, the low light from the ajar door illuminate her tear-streaked face. Her chest tightens as she strains to hear the conversation inside. “Do you really think she bought your little redemption act? That 'I’m-suddenly-a-good-husband' nonsense?” Vanessa asked Julian, mocking Sophia. “Of course, she did. Sophia’s always been naive, clinging to her precious ‘happy ending.’ All I had to do was throw her a few breadcrumbs—a couple of sweet words and a few staged moments with our son," Julian sighed, saying this annoyed. Vanessa then laughed coldly. "You’re such a smooth liar, darling. But what’s the plan now? She’s been getting too confident lately, thinking she’s got her life back together.” Julian is back in his chair. “The plan stays the same. I’ll keep her distracted with the baby. Make her feel like I’m trying to fix our marriage. Meanwhile, you and I focus on finalizing the paperwork to transfer the rest of her assets. Once that’s d
"So, this is it?" Sophia’s voice cracked slightly as she stared into the untouched cup of tea on the table in front of her. Her fingers trembled, but not from weakness. It was the surge of anger bubbling beneath her. "After all the warnings, I’m the idiot who believed in him. In us." Jamella leaned back on the couch, her gaze is soft but her tone is unyielding. "Sophia, it’s not about being an idiot. It’s about wanting to believe in love. But now? You have to choose yourself. No more excuses." Sophia snapped her head up, her eyes blazing. "Oh, don’t you think I know that now? I just—" She paused, breathing heavily. "I’m so mad, Jamella! I’m furious at Julian. At Vanessa. At myself. How could I be so blind? How could I let this happen, again?!" Jamella scooted closer, her hand hovering near Sophia’s shoulder but not quite touching. She knew Sophia wasn’t ready for comfort yet. "You let it happen because you loved him, because you love your son and you want the best for him.
Sophia sat in the coffee shop, staring at the tablet screen in front of her. The words in the article seemed almost too good to be true— Julian Sebastian’s Company Facing Financial Ruin because of scammers She blinked, reading it again, the sensation of triumph is bubbling within her chest. There it was, right in front of her: undeniable proof that everything she had suspected was coming to light. The rumors about his company’s financial troubles had been real, and she liked how karma came too fast, the kind problem that could ruin that man—and everything he had worked for. "Finally. It’s happening. It’s really happening," she whispered. The screen blurred momentarily as her fingers trembled. She leaned back in her chair, almost tasting the sweet irony of it all. The once-untouchable Julian Sebastian, the man who thought he could do whatever he pleased, was now facing the consequences of his own greed, his lies, and his arrogance. "Looks like fate’s finally on my side," she whisp
Weeks passed, and Julian's company continued to spiral downward. The media devoured every scandal like wolves—Julian and his mistress, all smiles at glamorous events, paraded shamelessly on every channel. Each time Sophia saw their faces, her stomach churned, not with pain anymore, but with a growing satisfaction. Watching them fall felt like poetic justice. Another stormy evening arrived. Rain hammered against the mansion's tall windows, thunder growling in the distance. Sophia wrapped her arms around herself, lost in thought by the fireplace when a sharp knock at the door broke her reverie. She frowned, not expecting anyone. Servants had already retired for the evening. The knocking grew louder, desperate, relentless. “Who on earth…” she muttered under her breath as she strode to the door. The heavy door creaked open, and there he stood—soaked to the bone, his once-pristine suit clinging to his body like a second skin. Julian. Sophia’s lips parted in disbelief before twistin
“You’re joking.” “Do I look like I’m joking, Sophia?” “You can’t be serious, Dad!” She leaned forward, her hands gripping the edge of the table. “Why would I save that man? After everything he’s done to me?” Her father sighed. “Because it’s the smart thing to do.” “Smart?” Sophia almost laughed “This isn’t business strategy; it’s personal. He humiliated me, betrayed me, and now you want me to swoop in like some savior?” “I’m not asking you to save him,” her father replied, his tone measured. “I’m asking you to save yourself.” She froze, her breath catching. “What are you talking about?” “If his company collapses,” her father began, “There will be a ripple effect. Debts unpaid, assets tied to this estate… and, inevitably, your name dragged into the fallout. Like it or not, you’re still connected to him, he's your ex-husband.” “So this isn’t about helping Julian,” she said slowly. “It’s about a way for you to show your power.” “Sophia, this is your chance,” her f
“Julian, this plan is ridiculous.” Vanessa’s sharp tone cut through the thick silence of the office. Her fiery red nails drummed rhythmically on his desk, a warning of her rising impatience. “Do you honestly think she is just going to fall in line because you ask nicely?” Julian smirked, leaning back in his chair. His tailored suit was as sharp as his confidence. “Sophia isn’t exactly a saint. She’ll help if it benefits her.” “And what if she doesn’t?” Vanessa leaned closer, her voice dropping. “What if she decides to let you drown? You know how women like her work now.” He waved a dismissive hand, unwilling to show any sign of doubt. “I know her better than you do, Vanessa. She’s soft—always has been. She won’t stand by and watch me fail.” Vanessa raised an eyebrow, a smirk tugged at the corner of her lips. “That’s a dangerous assumption, Julian.” Before Julian could respond, there was a knock at the door. Both of them froze, their argument momentarily forgotten. “Come in
“Are you ready?” Alexander’s deep, steady voice filled the hallway as he stepped inside Sophia’s grand yet understated home. He adjusted his cufflinks, his sharp navy suit tailored perfectly to his form, exuding an effortless sophistication. “Just a moment!” Sophia’s voice called out from upstairs. Alexander leaned against the polished bannister, his brow furrowing as he heard the faint click of her heels descending the staircase. When Sophia came into view, his breath hitched. She was a vision in a floor-length, crimson gown that clung to her curves in all the right ways. Her hair, styled in soft waves, cascaded down her back, and her makeup highlighted the sharp cheekbones and full lips he hadn’t noticed before more often. She was radiant—commanding, even. There's really something different from her now, it's a sense of strength. “Wow…” The word escaped him unbidden, and Sophia paused at the bottom of the stairs, her lips curving into a subtle, knowing smile. “Is it too mu
Alexander’s lips curved into a small smile as he stared at the photo on his phone screen. It was a candid shot taken at Grant's mansion. Sophia, her son, and himself sitting together at the carpet, laughter frozen in time. The image looked deceptively like a family portrait, and Alexander couldn’t stop himself from repeatedly glancing at it. “They could be mine,” he murmured under his breath, his thumb brushing over Sophia’s face on the screen. He chuckled softly, shaking his head. “Not even close.” Still, he couldn’t deny the warmth spreading in his chest as he stared at her. Sophia’s laughter in the picture was genuine, unguarded—something he rarely saw these days. His gaze lingered on her solo shot, taken later that same day. Her soft smile,—it did something to him. His pulse quickened, betraying emotions he hadn’t fully acknowledged until now. And then anger simmered beneath the surface. Her ex-husband, Julian, had destroyed so much of her trust, wasted so much of what she h
"Come on, buddy, give me something here," Alexander teased, his rich baritone carrying through the quiet living room. He was on the floor, lying on his side, gently wiggling a plush giraffe in front of Sophia's baby boy. The baby cooed, waving his tiny fists toward Alexander’s tie, which had become his new favorite toy. "He's obsessed with that tie," Sophia said from the couch, her arms crossed as she watched the two interact. "You’re going to spoil him." "Good taste should be encouraged early," Alexander quipped, carefully lowering the tie within the baby’s reach. The baby grabbed it, letting out a squeal of delight. Sophia shook her head, a soft smile is tugging at her lips. She didn’t know what to make of Alexander Cater. At first, she thought he was just doing a favor for her father, fulfilling some unwritten rule of loyalty between business partners. But the way he treated her son—with tenderness, patience, and genuine care—was starting to chip away at her skepticism.
“You’re letting them win, Sophia.” Her father’s voice was calm, but there was an edge to it—a fury he barely masked. Sophia sat slumped on the couch, her face is pale and devoid of the spark it used to have. She didn’t even glance up at him. “What do you want me to do, Dad? Fight them in court? Waste more money just to hear people say that Julian and Vanessa are saints and I’m the bitter ex-wife?” she muttered, running her fingers through her unkempt hair. Her Dad crossed his arms and stared at her for a long moment. “No. I want you to stop giving up.” Sophia scoffed, leaning back into the cushions. “Easier said than done. You don’t have the entire country laughing at you. I do. Every time I step out, people whisper about how pathetic I am. And Julian…he just gets to live his life with her, like his son never existed.” His Dad's’s jaw tightened. “You still have people who care about you, Sophia. Jamella and I aren’t going anywhere. And your son—” “My son doesn’t even
“Vanessa, don’t you think it was a bit theatrical?” Julian asked, there's a hint of amusement in his voice as the door to his lavish office clicked shut. Vanessa smirked, tossing her designer handbag onto the plush leather couch. “Theatrics are necessary sometimes. Sophia’s humiliation needed to be public. It cements the narrative in everyone’s mind.” She adjusted her crimson nails, inspecting them like nothing else mattered. Julian poured himself a glass of whiskey from the crystal decanter on the side table, the clinking of ice is the only sound in the room for a moment. “Still, I don’t like leaving loose ends.” Vanessa scoffed, sauntering over to him. “She’s all bark and no bite. Besides, the evidence we planted is foolproof. Even if she screams conspiracy, no one will believe her.” ~ Flashbacks... Julian raised an eyebrow, swirling the amber liquid in his glass. “Foolproof? That’s a strong word, Julian. You better hope you're right because I don’t enjoy surprises—e
Sophia’s heels clicked sharply against the polished floor as she strode into the high-class bar, the doors slide open effortlessly in front of her. She was done with the day, done with the lies, the drama, and most of all, done with them. "Vanessa? Really?" she muttered to herself, feeling the burn of humiliation deep in her chest. Her ex-husband's affair had taken center stage in her life, and Vanessa, the girlfriend, had been flaunting it for all to see. Sophia could barely breathe without someone whispering behind her back, throwing the blame on her like she had somehow been the one to ruin everything. The bar was quiet, an escape from the chaos outside, the dim lighting making it feel like she was stepping into another world entirely. She moved toward the counter, trying to steady her shaking hands. She settled onto a barstool, signaling the bartender. "Whiskey, neat," she said, her voice surprisingly calm, though inside, it was anything but. The bartender didn’t questi
“Is this some kind of joke?!” Sophia's voice echoed sharply across the cold marble floor of Julian's company lobby. Her heart raced as she took in the chaos in front of her. Her belongings—her meticulously curated files, her awards, even the small cactus she kept on her desk—were being unceremoniously dumped into cardboard boxes by two security guards. Julian leaned casually against the reception desk, arms crossed, a slight smirk tugged at his lips. Vanessa stood beside him, dressed impeccably in a tailored black dress, her crimson nails were tapping rhythmically on her phone as if Sophia's outrage were nothing more than background noise. Sophia stormed toward them, her heels clicked like gunshots against the floor. “Julian, Vanessa, what the hell is going on? You can't just throw my things out like I’m some disgraced intern. I own the majority shares in this company!” Vanessa didn’t even bother to look up. “Not for long,” she murmured with a dismissive chuckle. Sophia’
Sophia had stayed late, long after the board meeting had ended, trying to focus on the numbers in front of her. But the weight of Julian and Vanessa’s presence—especially their closeness—had been impossible to ignore. She had to push past the bitterness, keeping herself focused on the work at hand, she must keep in her mind the goal that she has. Then, just as she was about to leave, the door creaked open. Vanessa stepped inside, her heels are clicking sharply on the floor as she moved toward Sophia’s desk. Her posture was straight, too confident, and the smile she wore was anything but friendly. Sophia didn’t even look up. She didn’t want to. But Vanessa didn’t seem to care. “You know, I thought you’d be gone by now,” Vanessa said, her voice dripping with condescension. She stood just a little too close, the scent of her perfume is now filling the space between them. “I mean, after everything Julian’s done, I thought you’d want to get away from all of this. From the company,
“So, what's next?” she asked, her voice is low, yet filled with anticipation. “She already owns most of the company. Now, we need to make sure she feels it. That she knows she’s not welcome here.” Julian's lips twitched into a bitter smile. “She’s not going to be able to walk in here without feeling the weight of what she’s lost. I’m going to make sure of that. We’ll make her regret every decision that led her to this point.” He leaned back in his chair, his fingers steepled in front of him. Vanessa’s eyes glinted with excitement. “I’m in. But we need to make her feel it, Julian. Not just the business side. We need her to see us—together. In front of her face. That’ll hurt her the most.” Julian thought for a moment, then nodded. “Exactly. Let’s make sure she sees how happy we are. How perfect we are. Let’s remind her of everything she can’t have anymore.” Vanessa walked over to him, sitting on the edge of his desk, her proximity deliberate. She lowered her voice, her tone is