Lahat ng Kabanata ng Oh, Attorney, Save Me from My Husband!: Kabanata 31 - Kabanata 39

Dominic’s POVThe drive back to Manila was long, but I barely noticed the hours slipping by. My mind was too occupied, running through every loose end I had to tie up.Gabriel would be looking for answers.The police would be reviewing the case.And somewhere in the middle of it all, I had to make sure no one ever questioned what happened to Sofia Romano.By the time I reached the city, the sun was setting, casting an eerie glow over the skyline. I parked a few blocks away from my destination—a bar near the docks where I knew I’d find the man I needed to see.Inside, the stench of alcohol and sweat clung to the air. I spotted him immediately—Carlos, one of the men I’d paid to handle the body switch. He was sitting in a booth, a duffel bag resting on the seat beside him.I slid into the seat across from him. He tensed but didn’t hesitate to push the bag toward me.“Everything you asked for,” he said, his voice low.I unzipped the bag just enough to catch a glimpse of the contents—flash

Sofia’s POV The Montague mansion was unlike anything I had ever seen—elegant, vast, and steeped in quiet authority. Every inch of it screamed wealth and power, from the grand chandeliers casting golden light over polished marble floors to the intricate carvings on the mahogany walls. It was the kind of place designed to impress and intimidate at the same time. With Dominic gone, I had nothing to do but wander. My footsteps echoed softly as I moved through the endless hallways, my fingers grazing the smooth wood of the banisters and the cold stone pillars that lined the corridors. The scent of aged books and fresh flowers mixed in the air, giving the place an odd contrast—timeless yet alive. I passed by rooms with tall windows draped in velvet curtains, libraries filled with leather-bound books, and parlors decorated with antique furniture that looked like they belonged in a museum. Every detail was carefully curated, every piece undoubtedly expensive. This wasn’t just a house—it

Sofia’s POV The quiet hum of the study wrapped around us like a heavy blanket, thick with the weight of unspoken truths. Bookshelves lined the walls, filled with neatly arranged law books—Dominic’s world, his sanctuary. But right now, it felt like an interrogation room. And I was finally ready to confess. “You asked me to tell you everything,” I murmured, my fingers gripping the armrest of the chair. Dominic nodded, his dark eyes fixed on me. “No more secrets, Sofia.” I exhaled slowly. “It happened five years ago. The day I lost everything.” He leaned forward slightly, silent but demanding, waiting for me to continue. “I was supposed to meet someone that day,” I started, my voice barely above a whisper. “I had just finished cheer practice, and I was running late. I rushed through everything—my shower, my drive—because I didn’t want to miss that meeting.” I swallowed, gripping my hands together to keep them from trembling. “And then… everything went wrong.” The memory pla

Sofia’s POV Since this morning, I hadn’t been able to talk to Dominic. Now that it was already afternoon, I realized I hadn’t even caught a glimpse of him. He had been locked away in the study the entire time, completely consumed by his work. I thought about checking on him, even just for a moment, but the door remained shut. Martha told me he was always like this whenever he was focused on something—distant, unreachable. Instead of dwelling on it, I decided to go to the farm and ride a horse for a while. A quiet ride through the fields seemed like the perfect way to clear my mind. When I started feeling hungry, I decided to head back to the mansion. Maybe Dominic was done with his work, and we could finally eat together. As I stepped inside, I found him in the living room, watching the news. The moment he noticed me, he grabbed the remote and turned off the TV. “Where have you been?” he asked, his eyes scanning me as if checking if I had gone somewhere I shouldn’t have.