Sophia sat in the waiting area, feeling out of place in the elegant surroundings. The polished marble floors, leather couches, and modern art on the walls made everything feel foreign, too luxurious, almost surreal. Her fingers toyed with the strap of her purse as she fought back a mix of anxiety and curiosity. The door to the inner office finally opened, and a sharply dressed man stepped out. “Ms. Grant?” he said, extending a hand. “I’m Daniel Shaw. Thank you for coming in.” Sophia stood, her hand trembling slightly as she shook his. “Thank you for... contacting me. I’m still not entirely sure why I’m here.” Daniel offered a reassuring smile. “Please, come inside. We’ll go over everything.” As she entered the office. Everything felt like a world away from her life, her struggles. She took a seat across from the lawyer, eyeing the stack of files on his desk. Daniel settled into his chair, folding his hands neatly on the desk. “I can imagine you have a lot of questi
Sophia’s entire body felt both numb and heavy as she lay in her hospital bed. The exhaustion was overwhelming, yet the feeling of fulfillment glowed within her as she gazed down at the little face cradled in her arms. Her newborn was beautiful, with soft, chubby cheeks and dark eyes that blinked up at her, unaware of all the bullshits that her father did to his Mom. The room was quiet, save for the gentle breathing of her baby and the soft whispers of her friend, Jamella, and the man standing nearby—the man she now knew as her real father. Jamella leaned in. “Sophia… he looks just like you.” She gently brushed her fingers over the baby’s tiny hand, which instinctively curled around her finger. "He’s perfect." Sophia managed a tired smile, her gaze fixed on her son. “He’s the only thing that makes sense right now.” Jamella nodded, as she noticed Sophia glancing toward the doorway, as if expecting someone to appear. But the minutes ticked by, and still, the door remained clos
Are you seriously going to wear that to the meeting?” Julian scoffed as he entered their home, his scanned Sophia's outfit. She stood in the kitchen, stirring a pot on the stove. Then she turned, feigning surprise as she heard what Julian said. “What’s wrong with it? It’s comfortable,” she replied, the corners of her mouth lifting slightly. “Comfortable isn’t exactly what I’d call it. You could at least try to look presentable,” he said, tossing his briefcase onto the counter with a thud. “Presentable?” She raised an eyebrow, masking her amusement. “Isn’t that what Vanessa does best?” Julian’s face hardened at the mention of Vanessa. “Don’t bring her into this, Sophia.” “Oh, but she’s already part of it, isn’t she?” Sophia replied, stirring the pot with a casualness that belied her heart which beating in her hidden annoyance towards her so called husband only in paper. “You seem to care a lot about her opinion.” “Enough,” he snapped, running a hand through his hair.
Always work stuff,” Sophia replied, she's trying to keep her tone playful. “You should really take a break, Julian.” “Don’t worry about me,” he shot back, his eyes glued to the television screen. Sophia smiled at herself. “I’m not worried. Just intrigued. You seem a bit too invested in your work lately.” He glanced at her, his expression hardened. “What are you getting at?” “Nothing at all?” she replied, leaning against the counter with an air of casual confidence. “I’m just curious if your new project is going to keep you busy enough to forget about me—No, to forget about your responsibility to our son.” “Stop it,” he warned, as he narrowed his eyes at her. “Why, honey? Why can't you just admit that you're maybe busy tickling someone's not contented womanhood? Are you afraid if ever karma's just waiting up on you somewhere?" she teased, she's even disgusted by her own words. “I’m not afraid of anything,” he said, but the slight tremor in his voice told her otherwise. Sop
Vanessa’s eyes narrowed, and for a moment, Sophia saw a big curiosity written all over her face. “You really think you can compete with me?” Vanessa’s voice was laced with venom. “You’re nothing without him.” Sophia smirked, as she crossed her arms on her chest. “I’m everything without him. You may think you have the power, but you’re wrong. I’m not going to sit back and let you walk all over me. I have my own plans.” Vanessa arched an eyebrow. “Plans? What could you possibly do?” Sophia stepped closer, her voice dropping to a near whisper. “Let’s just say I have ideas for making my presence known in Julian’s life. Stay if you want, but don’t expect it to be easy.” Vanessa let out a cold laugh, though there was a slight waver in it. “You think you can intimidate me? Julian chose me. Not you.” Sophia eyeing her now, as she tilted her head. “Did he choose you, or did he choose the easiest path? He may be with you now, but he’ll never forget who I am and everything I’ve sacri
Sophia gripped her phone, staring out of the window as the early morning go into the room. Every inch of her felt numb. For the first time in years, the answer felt clear. She needed to leave Julian, and she shouldn't feel guilty about it. The phone call came in, a low ring that broke the silence. Sophia answered on the reflex. “Sophia speaking," she whispered, so she won't wake up her baby who's now peacefully sleeping. “Mrs. Sebastian?” She hears her father's attorney on the other line. Before she speak up, she can't even prevent her self from smiling bitterly, hearing Julian's surname. “You requested a consultation.” “Yes, that’s right. I need to discuss my inheritance and...the divorce paper,” she said, her words coming out more confidently than she expected. “Of course. I’ll set up a time today at your father’s office. We’ll cover everything.” A pause, then: “It’s wise to know all your options.” Sophia’s chest tightened. This is it, there's no turning back.
Sophia walked into the nursery, her heart softening as she watched her son sleep, his small hand curled around his blanket. Kneeling beside his crib, she whispered, “It’ll be just us soon. You and me, in a better place.” Just as Sophia settled onto the couch to take a moment of peace, her phone rang. It was an unknown number, but she picked up, expecting it to be the lawyer with an update. “Mrs. Sophia Grant Sebastian?” The voice was tense, she could sense almost panicking. “This is St. John’s Hospital. Your husband has been admitted.” “W-What? What happened?” She's surprised, as she see her reflection in the mirror still wearing some worried face after what she heard. “There was… an incident involving his company,” the nurse explained, sounding unsure. “We don’t know the full details, but you should come right away.” Sophia’s mind spun. “I—I’m on my way.” She hung up, still in shock. As she grabbed her things, her phone buzzed again with another message, this t
Julian... asking for another chance? After everything? After he left me begging for his love... for you...” It's late at night. Sophia is sitting on the edge of her bed, gazing at her baby peacefully sleeping in a crib beside her. “Little one, you don’t even know how much your life has changed mine. You’ve given me strength... but why does it feel like I’m about to make the weakest decision of my life?” She reaches out, brushing her baby’s tiny hand. Her eyes glisten with an unshed tears Her mind flashes back to Julian’s voice earlier that evening, firm but desperate, while lying on the hospital bed. --- “Sophia, please. I’ve made mistakes... terrible mistakes. I was a fool. But I’m trying to fix them. I just need... I need you to help me. For our child, if not for me.” “And what about the nights I cried alone? The days I walked around like a shadow of myself because you made me feel worthless?” “I was blind. But I see it now. Sophia, you and our baby are my family. I’ll do
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