CHAPTER 43

ADAM’S POV

As I sit in my study room, attempting to focus on important documents, Sophia's unexpected arrival interrupts my concentration.

Although she is carrying my child, she is the last person on my mind, her presence a reminder of a past I am eager to move beyond. I am weary of her attempts to rekindle the life we once shared, oblivious to the fact that things can never return to the way they were.

Sophia's persistent efforts to carve her way back into my life only serve to exacerbate my frustration and discontent. It is as if she refuses to acknowledge the irrevocable changes that have occurred, clinging to the hope of a reconciliation that can never be.

In this moment of solitude, I find myself battling with a sense of weariness and resignation, longing for the freedom to chart my own course forward, unencumbered by the weight of the past.

"Busy?"

Sophia's question hangs in the air, her tone oblivious to the fact that I am knee-deep in checking and signing documents.

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