Sophia's POV
The moment the elevator doors slide shut, the weight I had been holding crashes down on me like a tidal wave. My chest tightens, my breath hitching as I lean against the cold steel wall. The image of Nathan and Chloe tangled together is burned into my mind, replaying in vicious loops. My fingers curl into my palms, nails biting into my skin, but it does nothing to stop the storm inside me. The doors open, and I step out into the empty parking garage, the sound of my heels echoing like the hollow ache in my chest. I make it to my car before the first tear falls. I grip the steering wheel, my vision blurring as silent sobs wrack my body. Six years. Six years of laughter, of whispered dreams, of standing beside him through every success and failure. Had it all been a lie? The late nights at the office, the unexplained business trips, the growing distance I had convinced myself was just stress—was it always her? My own sister? The betrayal cuts deeper than I thought possible, a searing pain that spreads through every inch of me. I want to scream, to shatter something as thoroughly as Nathan has shattered me. But instead, I wipe my tears and take a steadying breath. I won’t let them destroy me. The drive home is a blur, the city lights streaking past as my mind races. By the time I step into my penthouse, the silence is suffocating. Everything in this space holds a memory—our wedding photos on the mantel, the scent of his cologne still lingering in the air, the plush throw blanket we used to curl under on movie nights. I can’t stand it. I grab the nearest frame, the one from our honeymoon in Santorini, and hurl it across the room. The glass shatters, pieces scattering across the floor like fragments of my heart. My phone buzzes, pulling me from the wreckage of my emotions. I glance at the screen, my stomach twisting. Chloe. For a second, I consider ignoring it, but rage propels me forward. I swipe to answer, pressing the phone to my ear. “Well, that was dramatic,” Chloe’s voice drips with amusement. “Did you really think he’d stay loyal to you forever?” My grip tightens around the phone. “What do you want?” I keep my voice steady, refusing to let her hear how much she’s broken me. Chloe laughs, the sound light and taunting. “I just thought I’d call to clear the air. You should’ve seen this coming, Sophia. Nathan never loved you. Not the way he loves me.” A bitter laugh escapes my lips. “Love? Is that what you call sneaking around behind my back? Sleeping with your sister’s husband?” “Oh, come on. You were always so perfect—the successful wife, the power couple, the woman who had it all.” She sighs, feigning sympathy. “But deep down, you knew he was never satisfied. And now, he doesn’t have to pretend anymore.” Her words are knives, each one twisting deeper, but I refuse to let her win. “You think you’ve won, Chloe?” My voice is deadly calm. “You think taking my husband makes you better than me?” She hums, amusement laced in every syllable. “I don’t think, Sophia. I know.” A cold fury settles inside me, stronger than the pain, stronger than the heartbreak. “Enjoy it while it lasts,” I whisper. “Because I promise you, you’ll regret this.” I hang up before she can respond, my hands shaking with the force of my anger. I refuse to let them see me as the broken wife, the woman scorned. If they think they’ve destroyed me, they have no idea who they’re dealing with. That night, I don’t cry anymore. Instead, I make a decision. I pour myself a glass of wine, sit at my desk, and pull out my laptop. It’s time to take control—financially, emotionally, and legally. I dial the number of the best divorce attorney in the city. "Ms. Mitchell," the voice on the other end greets me. "What can I do for you?" "I need to start the divorce process immediately," I say, my voice firm. "And I want everything I’m entitled to." He clears his throat. "That can certainly be arranged. Do you have any prenuptial agreements in place?" "No," I say, a small, victorious smile forming. Nathan had been so in love when we got married that he refused to sign one. "And I want to make sure he doesn’t walk away from this unscathed." The lawyer chuckles. "I like your style, Ms. Mitchell. Let’s set up a meeting tomorrow to go over the details." After I hang up, a new sense of purpose settles over me. I won’t let Nathan and Chloe reduce me to a woman scorned. I’ll rise from this, stronger and more powerful than before. But tonight, I need an escape. I grab my coat and leave the penthouse, the walls closing in on me with memories I no longer want to relive. I find myself at a dimly lit bar downtown, a place I’ve never been before but exactly what I need. It’s quiet, the kind of place where people come to disappear for a while. I slide onto a barstool, ordering a whiskey neat. The burn of the alcohol is a welcome distraction, numbing the edges of my pain. As I take another sip, a deep voice breaks through my thoughts. "Rough night?" I glance to my side, my gaze meeting a pair of intense, dark eyes. The man beside me is striking—tall, broad-shouldered, with a sharp jawline and an air of mystery that makes my pulse stutter. He studies me, a knowing smirk playing at his lips. "You could say that," I murmur, swirling the amber liquid in my glass. He signals the bartender, ordering another round. "Let me guess. Love troubles?" I let out a dry laugh. "More like love lies." His smirk deepens, as if he understands all too well. "Then let’s drink to that." I raise my glass, meeting his in a silent toast. As I take another sip, I realize something. For the first time all night, I’m not thinking about Nathan or Chloe. And that, in itself, feels like the first step toward reclaiming myself. To be continued...Sophia’s POVThe rain hadn’t stopped. It drummed steadily against the windshield as the car pulled away from the restaurant, rhythmic and relentless—much like the thoughts running through my mind.I sat in the back seat, fingers clasped tightly in my lap, watching the blurred city lights smear across the glass. Beside me, Alex was silent, his posture deceptively relaxed but I knew him too well to be fooled. His jaw was clenched, eyes fixed forward like he could see the next fight barreling toward us.Damian had given us a sliver of ground. Just enough to think we might have influence but I wasn’t naïve. Leverage with men like him was temporary—fickle as the wind and just as dangerous.“You didn’t have to speak up the way you did,” I said finally, my voice breaking the silence. “He would’ve listened to me.”Alex turned, brows furrowed. “He respects strength and he doesn’t think you have the stomach for mercy.”A dry laugh escaped me. “Funny. I thought that’s what he thought of you.”“H
Alex’s POVThe silence didn’t feel like mercy. It felt like bait.We ducked into the underbrush, the ATV humming low as it coasted to a stop beneath the shadow of gnarled trees. My pulse throbbed in my ears. Sophia held still, her fingers still curled around the wheel like she hadn’t yet convinced herself we were out of range.“Are we clear?” I asked, my voice low.She didn’t answer immediately. Her eyes swept the forest, scanning for movement, for drones, for heat signatures. Then, finally, she gave a short nod.“For now.”I exhaled and leaned back, pain radiating from my shoulder like fire licking bone. My shirt was damp with sweat despite the chill, and the sling cut into my skin with every jolt from the ATV. But I wasn’t about to complain. We’d gotten the data.More than that—we’d survived.Sophia pulled the drive from her jacket and turned it over in her hand, thumb brushing over the metal casing like it was sacred. Maybe it was. Proof of what Damian had done. Names, faces, evide
Sophia’s POVMorning came as a pale suggestion behind thick clouds. The world outside Lena’s shop was wet, silent, and bracing. Fog clung to the treetops like a warning, but I didn’t have time for omens. We had twelve hours, and every minute counted.I moved quietly, checking the gear Lena had left us: the suppressors, the plasma charges, two lightweight handguns, extra mags, and a portable comms unit, it wasn't much, but enough. It had to be.Alex stirred from the mattress as I was loading the last clip.“You’re up early,” he mumbled, pushing himself upright. His sling was still in place, but the lines of pain around his mouth had deepened overnight.“Didn’t sleep,” I said simply.He didn’t push. Instead, he pulled his shirt back on, gritting his teeth through the motion. “Tunnel scout?”“Drone came back an hour ago, Lena checked it herself. The tunnel’s dry……..Mostly.”“Mostly?”I shot him a grim smile. “Only ankle-deep water in the first hundred yards. After that, we’ll need to cli
Sophia’s POVThe road stretched out like a vein through the wilderness, cracked and narrow, barely more than a forgotten scar on the map. Trees leaned in close, branches slick with rain and heavy with secrets. The storm had moved on, but the air still held its charge, like it hadn’t quite decided whether to start again.Alex drove with one hand, the other resting uselessly in the sling. His jaw was tight, eyes scanning the road, muscles taut even as silence filled the car. But it wasn’t the silence of tension—it was the silence of understanding. We didn’t need to speak. Not yet. Not after what had passed between us in the clearing.I rolled the window down a few inches. The scent of wet earth filled the space between us, sharp and real. Every breath I took felt like a rebellion, a reminder that we were still here, still moving forward.“Carson Ridge is another twenty miles,” Alex said. “We’ll need to move fast once we’re there.”“I know.”He glanced at me. “You think she’ll actually h
Sophia’s POVThe storm broke just after dawn.We’d taken a detour south—off the main grid, skirting patrols and surveillance drones—until the world thinned out into silence. No more alarms, no more gunfire. Just the soft, rhythmic hush of rain against the windshield and the steady hum of the engine as we pulled off an old forest service road and into a forgotten clearing.Alex killed the lights and engine, letting the world settle. Trees stood like silent sentries around us, the canopy dense enough to muffle the rain, but not enough to hide us if someone knew where to look but they didn’t……Not yet.We had eighteen hours left before hell caught up but for now—for this stolen hour—we stopped running.I pushed open the door and stepped into the cool wet morning. The air smelled like pine, damp earth, and ozone. A clean scent, untouched by blood or smoke or betrayal. It didn’t feel real, none of it did.Alex joined me after a second. He said nothing, just leaned against the hood of the ca
Alex’s POVThe second the feed cut out, I rerouted all surveillance away from the sublevel and into black-zone protocol. No traces, no backups. If Damian traced it, all he’d find was static.Sophia’s calm unnerved me. I’d seen her fight through a broken femur and still clear a corridor of armed targets in under a minute but that face—the one she wore in that chair—wasn't bravery. It was a calculation.FamilyShe was already planning how to die on her terms.I slammed my fist against the console before I could stop myself. The pain anchored me. I didn’t have time to spiral.“Route alternate extractions,” I told the system, typing as fast as my brain could feed instructions. “Clear path to Dagger Point, Site Eleven, and Alpha Ghost. Priority on child evac.”Every layer of code I activated added more risk to myself, more exposure but none of it mattered if Liana and Lina didn’t make it.My earpiece buzzed. “Still breathing?” came a voice,it was Tasha and she was right on time.“Barely,”