All Chapters of Secret of the Billionaire's Ex-Wife: Chapter 1 - Chapter 5

Sophia’s Point of View “Katrina, do you have the papers ready?” My voice came out sharper than I intended, but I couldn’t help it. I had waited too long for this day—two years, to be exact.Katrina, my assistant and closest confidant, stood in the doorway of my office, holding a thick envelope in her hands. “They’re here. Everything’s set for your signature.” She hesitated for a second before stepping forward. “Are you sure about this, Sophia? Once you sign them, there’s no going back.”I smiled, but it didn’t reach my eyes. “I’ve never been more certain of anything in my life.”For two years, I had lived in the shadow of a contract marriage. A marriage that wasn’t born out of love, but necessity. My grandmother, in her final days, had pushed me into it. She didn’t mean to be cruel—her heart was in the right place. She wanted to see me secure, married to a man who could give me the stability she feared I couldn’t find on my own. So, James Dalton, the third son of the powerful Dalton

Sophia’s Point of View I stared at my phone, waiting for Katrina’s message to come through. It wasn’t like I was expecting James to confirm our meeting himself—that would have been too much to ask from the man who barely acknowledged me for the past two years. Still, part of me had hoped he’d at least show a little courtesy before I handed him his freedom.My phone buzzed. Finally.“He didn’t confirm,” Katrina said as I answered. Her voice was steady, like she knew what I’d say next.“Where is he?” I asked, already getting up from my desk and grabbing my purse.Katrina had done her job, as always. “He’s meeting Mr. Thompson from the Finance Bureau at The Crescent. Private room. I’ve sent the details.”I smiled to myself, not even slightly surprised. Of course, James had more important things to do—like building his empire—than handle a simple divorce.“Perfect. Have the money ready. I want it delivered to him in person,” I said firmly.Katrina didn’t question it. “The bodyguards are

Sophia’s Point of View The low hum of the engine echoed as I sped down the city streets in my bright yellow Lamborghini. The adrenaline from the meeting with James hadn’t quite worn off, and I needed a release. Tonight wasn’t about thinking—tonight was about being free. After two long years of being stuck in a contract marriage, of being someone I wasn’t, I could finally breathe again.As I pulled up to the bar, neon lights reflecting off the rain-slicked pavement, a small smirk tugged at my lips. This wasn’t just any bar; this was *our* bar, the place where Skyler and I had spent many late nights forgetting the world. I parked the car in front of the entrance, handing the keys off to the valet, who couldn’t help but gawk at the vehicle.I strode in with purpose, my heels clicking against the floor as the heavy beat of the music vibrated through my bones. The manager, a tall man with a sleek black suit, greeted me with a wide smile. He knew who I was, which was odd considering I hadn