“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
"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.
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
“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
“Why does it always come back to her?” Vanessa muttered under her breath as she leaned against the cold brick wall outside the venue. The sound of laughter and clinking glasses echoed through the door, but all she could hear was the thudding pulse of frustration in her ears.“Ms. Vanessa?” A voice cut through her thoughts. It was one of the guests, actually her friend. “You okay?”“Do I look okay?” Vanessa snapped, brushing a loose strand of hair behind her ear. “I mean, seriously..." Vanessa replied, crossing her arms tightly. “It’s like he’s still tied to her in some way. I thought he’d moved on!”Inside, Julian was nursing his wine, his gaze drifting across the room to where Sophia stood with Alexander.“Look at her,” he muttered to himself, clenching his glass. “She thinks she’s won.”“Who?” Ben chimed in, sliding into the seat beside him. “You mean Sophia? Come on, man. You’re not going to let her get under your skin like this. Besides, don't tell me you're regretting everythin
As Sophia took a step back, her heart racing, Alexander noticed the way her hands trembled ever so slightly. He didn’t like the way Julian stood so close, invading her space with a confidence that felt more like arrogance. “Hey, Sophia, are you okay?” Alexander asked, his voice low and steady as he took a step forward, positioning himself protectively beside her. Sophia glanced up at him, her eyes reflecting a mix of gratitude and unease. “I’m… I’m fine,” she replied, but the slight quiver in her voice betrayed her.“Fine? It doesn’t look like it,” he said, narrowing his gaze at Julian, who seemed oblivious to the tension he was causing. “Maybe you should back off a little, Julian.”Julian smirked, tilting his head slightly as he sized Alexander up. “And why would I do that? I’m just talking to Sophia. She deserves to hear what I have to say.”“Deserves?” Alexander stepped closer, his tone firm. “You mean you think she owes you a chance to explain? You walked away from her, Julian.
As the night wore on, Sophia and Alexander found a quiet corner of the venue, the hum of music and laughter fading into the background. Sophia leaned against the wall, her heart still racing from the confrontation with Julian. Although she had felt empowered in that moment, an undercurrent of anxiety tugged at her. “Are you okay?” Alexander asked, his voice gentle as he studied her expression. “I think so,” she replied, taking a deep breath. “It’s just… I didn’t expect him to confront me like that. It felt like everything I thought I’d left behind came rushing back.”Alexander stepped closer, his presence reassuring. “You stood your ground. That’s what matters. You showed him that you’re not afraid anymore.”“I appreciate you being here,” she said, meeting his gaze. “I don’t think I would have handled it so well without you.”He smiled, the warmth of it reaching his eyes. “You’re stronger than you give yourself credit for. You’ve been through so much, and yet here you are, standing
Sophia stood in the parking garage, her heels clicking against the concrete as she walked toward her car. The day's meetings had left her exhausted but triumphant. Their presentation had gone well, despite Julian's threats."Leaving so soon?" A familiar voice echoed through the garage, making her freeze.Julian emerged from the shadows, his expensive suit is trying to match the industrial setting. "We need to talk.""There's nothing to talk about," Sophia replied, gripping her car keys tighter. She wouldn't show fear, not anymore."Oh, I think there is," he said, moving closer. "You went ahead with the meeting. After I explicitly warned you."Sophia lifted her chin, meeting his gaze. "You don't control me anymore, Julian. Your threats won't work."He laughed, but there was no humor in it. "Don't they? How's our son, by the way? Missing his Daddy yet?""Don't," she said, her voice sharp. "Don't you dare use our son like this.""I'm not using anyone," he countered, closing the distance
The murmurs of the guests echoed through the chapel, the joyous surroundings abruptly replaced with tension. Sophia stood at the altar, her heart seems to be pinching, the revelations are continuously crashing around her. “Everyone, please!” Alexander called out, raising his hands in an attempt to calm the chaos. “This isn’t the time for this. Veronica, we can talk about this later!”Veronica stepped closer, there's a calculated smile on her face. “No, Alexander, this is exactly the time. You can’t just pretend I don’t exist. I’m still here, and I still love you.”Sophia’s heart sank further as she processed Veronica’s words. She felt the walls closing in, the air is indeed suffocating. “Love? Is that what you call this?” she shot back, her voice trembling with anger and disbelief. “You’re here to disrupt our wedding, not save it!”Veronica turned to Sophia, feigning innocence. “I’m just trying to help him see the truth, dear. He’s been avoiding reality for too long. You’re just a di
The joyous atmosphere shattered as Veronica Hill stood at the entrance of the chapel, her eyes blazing with determination. The guests turned, whispers rippling through the crowd like a sudden gust of wind.“Stop the wedding!” Veronica shouted, her is voice ringing with urgency.Sophia’s heart sank as she processed the sight before her. “I’m his fiancée!” Veronica declared, stepping forward with confidence that made the air feel heavy.Sophia’s breath caught in her throat, disbelief washing over her. “What? No, you’re not! Alexander, is this true?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.Alexander’s expression shifted from shock to irritation as he moved to stand beside Sophia. “Veronica, this isn’t the time or place for this. You know that.”“Isn’t it?” Veronica shot back, her gaze piercing into Alexander’s. “You think you can just forget about me and move on with this… this charade? We had a future planned together!”Sophia stepped back, the betrayal cutting deeper than any kni
The chapel is filled with a beautiful decorated flowers. Sophia and Alexander's friends, family, and business partners are there. The atmosphere is indeed electric with love and joy.Sophia stood in front of the mirror, her heart is racing as she smoothed her wedding dress. She took a deep breath and held it before releasing it slowly. Her nerves are getting to her. After all, what's the best that could happen? She's going to be married again, but this time, with the right man, she hopes so, he is. The fabric shimmered under the soft lights, reflecting her excitement and nervousness. “I can’t believe this day is finally here,” she whispered to herself, there's a mixture of disbelief and joy flooding her heart. It's true, she didn't even see herself loving another man again back then besides from her ex, but here she is now, finding the happiness and peace she deserves after all that happened. Her best friend, leaned in, adjusting Sophia’s veil. “You look stunning, Sophia! Just bre
The night wrapped around Alexander like a heavy blanket as he sat on the edge of his bed, the glow of the city lights filtering through the window. The excitement of the day’s wedding preparations had given way to a deeper unease that settled in the pit of his stomach. Just as he started to reflect on the joy he shared with Sophia, his phone buzzed, cutting through the silence like an unwelcome intruder. He glanced at the screen, and his heart sank. Veronica. The woman he had once thought he could marry, the one from whom he had run away. With a deep breath, he answered the call, trepidation washing over him.“Alex,” Veronica's voice was smooth yet laced with an undertone of irritation. “I didn’t think you’d actually pick up!”“What do you want, Veronica?” he asked, trying to keep his voice steady, but the tension in his chest made it difficult.“I want to talk. We need to discuss our families,” she replied, the sweetness of her tone masking the steel behind her words. “They’re exci
The bridal suite was alive with the sound of laughter and chatter. Sophia stood in front of a full-length mirror, adjusting her veil, while her bridesmaids flitted around her, their excitement is really undeniable. The room was decorated with white roses and delicate lace, each detail meticulously planned for her dream wedding.“Can you believe it, Alex? We’re finally doing this!” Sophia exclaimed, her voice bright with joy. She turned to Alexander, who was leaning against the doorframe, a charming smile on his face, but the light behind his eyes seemed dimmer than usual.“Yeah, it’s happening,” he replied, though his tone lacked being lively Sophia expected.“Just look at this room! It’s perfect!” she continued, turning back to the mirror, her fingers brushing over the intricate lace of her gown. “And the media coverage? I didn’t think it would blow up like this!”“We’re a hot topic right now,” Alexander said, his voice tinged with a hint of concern. He stepped into the room, glancin
“Mom! Are the pancakes ready yet?” Aaron called from the living room, his voice is echoing with youthful impatience. Years had passed, and she still can't believe that she could make it. “Just a minute!” Sophia responded, a smile spreading across her face as she cracked more eggs into the pan. The morning sun streamed through the window, casting a warm glow in the kitchen. It felt like a new beginning, and she couldn’t help but feel hopeful.“Can I help?” Her son appeared in the doorway, his tousled hair and bright eyes reflecting his eagerness.“Sure! You can mix the batter,” she replied, handing him a whisk. “Just be careful not to splash.”“I won’t!” he exclaimed, taking the bowl with both hands. As he whisked energetically, Sophia watched, her heart swelling with pride. These moments of normalcy were precious, especially after everything they had been through.“Do you remember the last time we made pancakes?” Aaron asked, his brows furrowing in concentration.Sophia chuckled, rec
The atmosphere in the courtroom grew thick with tension as the judge entered, his presence is commanding immediate attention. Sophia’s heart raced in her chest as she exchanged anxious glances with Alexander. She could feel the anticipation radiating from the assembled crowd.“Order in the court,” the judge announced, settling into his chair. He adjusted his glasses and glanced down at the documents before him, the silence amplifying the sound of rustling papers. “We are here to deliver the verdict in the custody case of Sophia Grant versus Julian Sebastian.”Sophia held her breath, her hands clasped tightly together. She could sense Julian's discomfort from across the room, his jaw clenched, eyes narrowed as he prepared for the inevitable.The judge cleared his throat, looking up to meet the gazes of both parties. “After careful consideration of the evidence presented, the testimonies of witnesses, and the best interests of the child, I find that…”Sophia’s heart pounded in her ears
“Your Honor,” Rachel began, his voice unwavering yet infused with urgency, “I wish to present evidence that directly challenges Julian’s claims and reveals the true nature of this situation.”The courtroom descended into a hush, all eyes fixated on Rachel as she approached the evidence table. Sophia sat on the edge of her seat, her heart racing, silently willing her to expose the truth.Julian’s attorney shot him a skeptical glance, his demeanor a mixture of disbelief and apprehension. “What evidence could you possibly provide that would alter the narrative we have established?” he questioned, crossing his arms defensively.Rachel, undeterred, meticulously laid out a series of documents and photographs, displaying them for the jury’s scrutiny. “I present Exhibit B,” she announced, gesturing toward the screen where images materialized—photos of Julian in questionable situations alongside text messages that unveiled his deceitful actions.Sophia felt a rush of adrenaline as the images s
“Your Honor, I’d like to present Exhibit A,” Julian's attorney declared, a smug smile creeping across his face as he gestured towards the screen behind him. The courtroom, watched as a series of photographs flickered to life. Each image told a story, a narrative woven from threads of Sophia’s past that Julian's team was all too eager to exploit.Sophia shifted uncomfortably in her seat, her hands clenched tightly in her lap. “This isn’t fair,” she whispered to her attorney, Alexander, who sat beside her, his jaw set in determination.“Stay calm, Sophia. We have a plan,” Alexander replied, his voice steady but low, meant only for her ears. He glanced towards the jury, noting their expressions. He knew they were teetering on the edge of a decision.“Look at these images,” Julian's attorney continued, his voice rising with fervor. “A woman who has made choices that put her own interests above her child’s welfare. How can we trust her to make the right decisions?”Sofia’s heart raced as