Sophia's POV
The golden light of dusk spills through my bedroom window, casting long shadows over the sleek, modern furniture. I adjust the diamond studs in my ears, my reflection in the mirror poised yet exhausted. The red silk dress clings to my body, hugging every curve in a way I know Nathan used to love. Tonight is supposed to be special—our anniversary, a chance to remind him of the woman he fell in love with. Lately, things have been distant between us, but I refuse to believe our marriage has lost its fire. I glance at the elegantly wrapped gift on my vanity and smile to myself. It’s a personalized watch, engraved with Forever, S & N. A small token, a reminder of our promises. Maybe this will rekindle something in him, remind him of the nights we spent laughing over cheap wine and takeout before success consumed us. I smooth down my dress, grab my purse, and head out, heart fluttering with anticipation. The drive to Carter Enterprises is smooth, the city lights twinkling like scattered stars against the inky sky. I don’t call ahead—I want this to be a surprise. A spontaneous gesture to remind Nathan that I still believe in us. As I step into the towering glass building, the receptionist barely meets my gaze. My heels click against the marble floor, the air heavy with something I can’t quite place. Something feels... wrong. Shaking off the uneasy feeling, I take the private elevator up to Nathan’s office. The doors slide open, and the moment I step into the dimly lit corridor, I hear it. A soft moan. Then another. My breath catches, my stomach twisting into knots. No. Maybe I misheard. Maybe it’s a late-night movie playing on someone’s laptop. But as I take a slow step forward, the sounds become clearer—gasps, whispered names, the unmistakable rhythm of betrayal. My heartbeat pounds so loudly I can hear it in my ears. My fingers tremble as I push open the heavy oak door. The sight before me shatters everything. Nathan is half-dressed, his tie hanging loose around his neck. His body is tangled with someone else’s, his hands gripping her the way he used to grip me. But it’s not just someone else. It’s Chloe. My sister. A sharp, suffocating silence fills the room. Chloe smirks, stretching like a satisfied cat, completely unbothered by my presence. She grabs Nathan’s shirt from the chair and slips it on, buttoning it slowly, deliberately. "Well," she drawls, amusement flickering in her dark eyes, "looks like the surprise is on you." I can’t move. I can’t breathe. Every fiber of my being screams at me to react—to scream, to cry, to demand an explanation. But I refuse to give them that satisfaction. Nathan exhales, running a hand through his disheveled hair. He doesn’t look guilty. He doesn’t even look sorry. "You should have seen this coming, Sophia," he says flatly. "We haven’t been happy for a long time." My nails dig into my palms, the sting grounding me. "And this," I whisper, my voice eerily calm, "was your solution?" Chloe shrugs, unbothered. "You were always too busy playing the perfect wife," she says, tilting her head like she’s pitying me. "Nathan needed more. I was just giving him what he wanted." Something inside me snaps, but not in the way they expect. I didn't cry nor scream. Instead, I step forward, the sound of my heels slicing through the silence. With deliberate precision, I place the neatly wrapped anniversary gift on Nathan’s desk, right next to his discarded tie. Then, I reach for my left hand, sliding off my wedding ring. The diamond catches the light one last time before I drop it onto the desk with a soft clink. Nathan shifts uncomfortably. "Sophia—" I cut him off with a sharp look. My voice is quiet, but it carries the weight of a storm. "I’ll see you in court." I turn on my heel and walk out, my head held high. Each step feels like shedding a weight I never realized I was carrying. As the elevator doors close behind me, my breath hitches. But still, I did not cry. Not yet. But when I do, it won’t be because I lost Nathan. It will be because I wasted so much time believing he was worth loving.Sophia’s POV The submarine’s missile launcher gleamed in the rain, my father’s former lover, Dr. Maria Cole, standing at its helm, her eyes blazing with vengeance, her voice a chilling snarl: “The cipher’s not done.” The clearing trembled, the EMP’s pulse fading, leaving us exposed as the child—Liam’s brother—clung to Lily, his cries softening, a spark of hope in his eyes. My heart pounded, the journal and three drives clutched against my chest, their weight a tether to my father’s cipher—my memories of Orion’s stars, the key that had broadcast the Syndicate’s secrets, dismantling their empire with the microchip’s virus and the clearing’s EMP. Liam’s arms were around me, his blood soaking my hospital gown, his breath shallow but his love a fire that burned through my fear. His kisses in his penthouse, his vows under the city’s glow, were my lifeline, mending the trust fractured by his family’s betrayals. My mother and uncle, wounded but fierce, fired at the submarine, while Lily, her
Sophia’s POVThe Syndicate tank’s cannon roared in the clearing, its barrel locked on us as Dr. Voss stood at its helm, his missile launcher gleaming, his eyes cold with vengeance. His voice—“You’ll never escape”—sliced through the rain, a chilling echo of his betrayal as my father’s mentor. My heart pounded, the journal and three drives clutched against my chest, their weight a tether to my father’s cipher—my memories of Orion’s stars, the key that had broadcast the Syndicate’s secrets, dismantling their empire with the microchip’s virus and the clearing’s relay. Liam’s arms were around me, his blood soaking my hospital gown, his breath shallow but his love a fire that burned through my fear. His kisses in his penthouse, his vows under the city’s glow, were my lifeline, though his family’s betrayals—his parents and brother—fractured my trust. My mother, wounded but fierce, fired at the tank, while Lily guarded the child—Liam’s brother—his eyes haunted but clear. Claire, her redemptio
Sophia’s POVThe submarine’s missile launcher gleamed in the rain, Dr. Voss’s daughter—Anya, thought dead in a Syndicate purge—standing at its helm, her eyes blazing with vengeance, her voice a chilling snarl: “The cipher’s mine.” The clearing trembled, the EMP charges’ pulse fading, leaving us exposed as the child—Liam’s brother—cried out, his neutralized chip no longer a threat but his fear a haunting echo. My heart pounded, the journal and three drives clutched against my chest, their weight a tether to my father’s cipher—my memories of Orion’s stars, the key that had broadcast the Syndicate’s secrets, dismantling their empire with the microchip’s virus and the clearing’s EMP trap. Liam’s arms were around me, his blood soaking my hospital gown, his breath shallow but his love a fire that burned through my fear. His kisses in his penthouse, his vows under the city’s glow, were my lifeline, though his family’s betrayals—his parents and brother—fractured my trust. My mother and uncle,
Sophia’s POVThe Syndicate helicopter’s spotlight blinded us in the clearing, its guns whirring as my aunt, her face a twisted echo of my father’s, leaned out, her rifle gleaming, her voice cold: “The cipher belongs to us.” The child—Liam’s brother—clung to Lily, his chip pulsing with the cipher’s backup, a final threat to our victory. My heart pounded, the journal and three drives clutched against my chest, their weight a tether to my father’s cipher—my memories of Orion’s stars, the key that had broadcast the Syndicate’s secrets, dismantling their empire with the microchip’s virus and the cove’s mine detonation. Liam’s arms were around me, his blood soaking my hospital gown, his breath shallow but his love a fire that burned through my fear. His kisses in his penthouse, his vows under the city’s glow, were my lifeline, though his family’s betrayals—his parents and brother—fractured my trust. My mother and uncle, wounded but fierce, fired at the helicopter, while Lily, her shoulder b
Sophia’s POVThe satellite strike’s flames roared through the cove, the explosion’s heat searing the air as Dr. Voss stood on the submarine’s deck, his missile launcher gleaming, his eyes blazing with vengeance. His voice—“You thought you’d won?”—cut through the chaos, a chilling echo of his betrayal as my father’s mentor. My heart pounded, the journal and three drives clutched against my chest, their weight a tether to my father’s cipher—my memories of Orion’s stars, the key that had broadcast the Syndicate’s secrets, dismantling their empire with the microchip’s virus and the cove’s satellite uplink. Liam’s arms were around me, his blood soaking my hospital gown, his breath shallow but his love a fire that burned through my fear. His kisses in his penthouse, his vows under the city’s glow, were my lifeline, though his family’s betrayals—his parents and brother—fractured my trust. My mother and uncle, wounded but fierce, fired at the submarine, while Lily guarded the child—Liam’s bro
Sophia’s POVThe Syndicate tank’s cannon gleamed in the rain, its barrel locked on us as Dr. Voss’s protégé stood at its helm, his eyes cold with vengeance, his missile launcher a chilling promise of destruction. His words—“You’ll pay for this”—cut through the storm, a dark echo of the Syndicate’s relentless pursuit. My heart pounded, the journal and three drives clutched against my chest, their weight a tether to my father’s cipher—my memories of Orion’s stars, the key that had broadcast the Syndicate’s secrets, dismantling their empire with the microchip’s virus and the tunnel’s pulse device. Liam’s arms were around me, his blood soaking my hospital gown, his breath shallow but his love a fire that burned through my fear. His kisses in his penthouse, his vows under the city’s glow, were my lifeline, though his family’s betrayals—his parents and brother—fractured my trust. My mother and uncle, wounded but fierce, fired at the tank, their rifles flashing, while Lily guarded the child—