Novels by Authoress safiyat

Sophia’s POV. It had been two weeks since my world fell apart, and everything seemed to be getting back to normal. I’ve settled into a routine wake up in the small room above the charity office, shower in the tiny bathroom downstairs, work all day, and try to convince myself that everything was okay, but deep down I knew nothing was normal.I was just pretending, putting on a brave face for everyone around me while slowly dying inside. The worst part was the night when I was alone, that’s when my resolve would crumble and I would find myself doing the one thing I promised myself I wouldn’t do. Searching for Aiden online. Every day brought new surprises, and none of them were good for my healing heart. Photos of him at business meetings, looking more confident and powerful than ever, articles about cross industries, latest acquisitions videos of him speaking at conferences, his voice strong and commanding, showing no signs of the broken man I once held through his nightmares. He wa

Sophia’s POV. After sitting on my parents’ front step for what felt like hours, I finally picked up my suitcases and walked back to my car. I had no idea where to go, but I couldn’t stay there any longer. The humiliation of being rejected by my own family was eating me alive. I drove aimlessly through the city until I found myself at Riverside Park, the same place where Aiden and I had walked during his recovery. Back then, those walks had felt like progress, like we were building something together. But now the memories just made everything worse. I sat on a bench overlooking the river and let myself cry until my chest ached. When the tears finally slowed, I pulled out my phone, with shaking hands, and dialed the only person I had left, my best friend, Beth. The phone rang once, twice, three times then straight to voicemail. “Hi, you’ve reached Beth, leave a message and I’ll get back to you.”I tried calling again still no answer. “Beth, please,” I whisper into the phone. “I n

Sophia’s POV I couldn’t believe Aiden had actually done this. Staring at the divorce papers. I kept thinking there had to be some mistake. When had it gotten this bad? Did Aiden truly hate me that much? Had he really just used me all along or was there something else I was missing?My hands shook as I fumbled for my phone desperate to hear his voice to get some explanation to clear this nightmare. I dialed his number with trembling fingers, pressing the phone to my ear so hard it hurt. The automated message greeted me felt like another slap. “The number you have dialed is not reachable. Please try again later.” I tried three more times each attempt was met with the same response. He blocked me. My own husband had blocked my number. I couldn’t believe this was really really happening. This couldn’t be my life. This couldn’t be the end of everything I believed in. The tears came again harder this time and I let them fall without trying to stop them. I cried until my chest ached,

Sophia’s POV I wasn’t in my right mind when I woke up the next day. Still feeling hollow and empty in my heart. I forced myself out of bed, dressed, and drove to my charity building, the one place I poured everything into, the organization I have built from nothing. My dream, my proof that I could accomplish something meaningful, even with Aiden‘s cruel words still echoing in my head I had to keep moving forward. His voice haunted relentlessly in my head. “Maybe because you came from no background, you might not know how exhausting it could be to work 24/7.” The way he looked at me like I was nothing; it burned through me again and again as I drove. I managed to get through the morning, though barely. I sat at my desk, staring at a grant application I wasn’t reading, my mind replaying every moment I had spent tending to him, the way he used to hold my hand, whispering that he couldn’t have survived without me, had that been real? Or had it all been a lie? Around noon, a knock br

Sophia’s POV I stared at the cold plate in front of me, the food I’d prepared hours ago now congealed and lifeless. Just like whatever we used to have.Six months to stay by his side when the world turned back on him. When Aiden couldn’t walk couldn’t do anything and I was there. I held his hands, nursed him, made him feel like a man, brought light to his life when the darkness surrounding him felt too heavy to bear alone. His so-called friends, his own family they found reasons to stay away from him, but not me, I stayed with him when the whole world turned their back. And now that he was walking again, that he had returned to being the powerful man he was, where did that leave me? I checked my phone at 3:17 AM the dinner had been ready since 6 PM. He used me. The thought cut deep because it was true, wasn’t it? When he was helpless, when he had no voice I mattered. Now that he could stand on his own 2 feet…… I pushed the plate and dragged myself upstairs. Sleep was the only es