All Chapters of Oh, Attorney, Save Me from My Husband!: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Sofia’s POVI couldn’t quite place the rush of emotions that hit me as I sat at my desk, the soft hum of the office surrounding me, but my mind was elsewhere—focused on Dominic’s office, just across from mine. The glass divider between our spaces was half frosted, but it was still clear enough for me to see them. Her. The woman who had walked in again.I tried to focus on the papers in front of me, but every so often, my gaze would drift over to their office. I told myself I was just being casual, that it didn’t mean anything. But the moment I saw them sitting together, talking and laughing like they shared some kind of unspoken bond, something inside me stirred. My heart seemed to skip a beat.They were so comfortable with each other, so natural. Dominic’s smile was different when he was with her—warmer, more carefree. And she... she was beautiful, confident, like she belonged in his world. Watching them, I felt a tightness in my chest, a deep, gnawing discomfort. It was as if they e

Sofia's POV I stood at the front of the grand Romano University boardroom, my fingers steady on the remote as I clicked to the next slide of my presentation. A month ago, I wouldn’t have imagined myself here—standing before the most powerful figures in the institution, proving that I belonged. "As you can see," I began, my voice steady and clear, "by cutting unnecessary expenditures and reallocating funds strategically, we’ve managed to reduce operational costs by fifteen percent. These savings have been redirected to the new building project, ensuring that we move forward without exceeding the allocated budget." I glanced around the room, gauging their reactions. Some of the board members leaned forward, their faces lit with interest. A few exchanged impressed looks. That was a good sign. "Fifteen percent?" one of them repeated, sounding almost surprised. "That’s an impressive cut in just a month." "I have to admit," another added, "I was skeptical when you proposed this p

Sofia's POVThe shrill ringing of my phone pierced the early morning silence, dragging me from the depths of sleep. I groggily reached out, squinting at the screen. Unknown Number. A knot tightened in my stomach, but I answered anyway."Hello?" My voice was thick with sleep."Mrs. Romano?" A man's voice—low, cautious.I sat up, suddenly alert. "Yes, this is she."There was a pause, heavy and foreboding. I could hear my own heartbeat echoing in my ears."I’m calling from Air France. Your parents… Mr. and Mrs. Moretti… They were on Flight 477 bound for Paris this morning."My heart clenched. Flight 477. Paris. Mom and Dad. My mind raced, connecting the dots, but my mouth struggled to form words."What… What about them?" I whispered.Another pause. Then—"We regret to inform you that the flight suffered a fatal crash over the Atlantic. There were no survivors."The world tilted. The bed beneath me felt like it was dissolving into nothingness."Mrs. Romano?" The voice on the other end fel

Sofia’s POVThe hum of fluorescent lights overhead was the only sound in the office, aside from the clicking of keyboards and the distant murmur of colleagues in the hallway. I sat at my desk, eyes glued to the screen, pretending to focus on the reports in front of me.But then the door to my office swung open, and I didn’t need to look up to know who it was. Dominic’s presence was undeniable—like an electric current filling the room. I felt the tension in the air before his voice broke the silence."We need to talk," he said, his tone firm but not angry. His usual calm was replaced with something more urgent, something I couldn’t ignore.I looked up finally, meeting his gaze, but only briefly. The weight of his eyes on me felt suffocating, and I quickly turned back to my screen, pretending to shuffle through some papers."Dominic, I’m busy," I muttered, hoping he would just leave me to my work.He didn’t move. "Busy? Or avoiding me?"I froze, my heart skipping a beat. The words stung

Sofia’s POV A dull, pounding ache throbbed at the back of my head as I drifted back to consciousness. My body felt strange—heavy, tense, like I had been asleep for too long. Then, like a dam breaking, the memories came crashing in. The accident. The screeching tires. The sharp turn. The impact that sent my car on the other side of the street. Five years ago. I gasped, my eyes flying open as the past slammed into me. I had been in a car accident. I lost my memories. And when I woke up from it… I was already married to Gabriel Romano. My breathing quickened. That marriage. I never consented to it. My fingers dug into the sheets as I forced myself to sit up, my heart racing with every revelation unraveling in my mind. The past I had forgotten, the life I had been forced into, the man I was told was my husband. Gabriel. I remembered him now. His control. His temper. The way he had claimed me as his wife when I had no recollection of ever saying ‘yes.’ I felt sick. A movement i