SOPHIAI grabbed my phone, anxiety churning in my stomach like a turbulent sea. The weight of the situation had settled heavily on my shoulders, and I needed a lifeline. Kylie, my confidante in all things chaotic, would be the perfect sounding board.I dialed her number, the phone ringing a series of ominous tones before she finally picked up."Hey, Sophia! What's up?" Kylie's voice, usually bubbly and full of energy, now carried a hint of concern."Kylie, you won't believe what happened," I began, my words tumbling out in a rush. "Henry's ex-wife, Catherine, showed up out of nowhere, and she's trying to blackmail us.""Wait, what?" Kylie's response crackled through the phone. "Blackmail? Are you serious?"I let out a heavy sigh. "Dead serious. She knows about us, about Henry and me, and she wants money to keep it quiet. If we don't pay up, she's threatening to spill the beans to her dad."There was a moment of silence on the other end, and I could almost sense Kylie processing the in
Chapter 60 SOPHIA I strolled through the mall, trying to clear my mind from the Catherine-induced chaos at home. Retail therapy was my go-to, and today's mission was simple: find a cute dress and maybe a new pair of shoes to distract myself from the looming storm. As I scanned the racks, my fingers grazing over fabrics, I heard an unsettling voice behind me. "Sophia, darling, fancy meeting you here." I turned around, and there she was, Catherine, like a dark cloud hovering over my moment of retail bliss. "Are you stalking me now?" I snapped, unable to hide the irritation in my voice. Catherine chuckled, a sound that grated on my nerves. "Stalking? Oh, please. I just happen to enjoy the same exquisite taste in fashion." I rolled my eyes, unimpressed by her thinly veiled attempts at camaraderie. "Cut the act, Catherine. What do you want this time?" She leaned in, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "I want what's rightfully mine, Sophia. And you and your dear Henry ar
CHAPTER 61 SOPHIA The moment I stepped into the house, a sense of foreboding gripped me. The air was thick with tension, and I couldn't shake the feeling that something ominous awaited me. And then I saw her – Catherine, perched on the living room couch like a vulture ready to strike. "What do you think you're doing, Sophia?" she spat out, her eyes blazing with fury. I couldn't let her intimidate me. "I'm living my life, Catherine. Just like you should be doing." She scoffed, a condescending smile playing on her lips. "You respond to my email with such insolence, and you think you can just walk away?" "Insolence? If standing up for myself is insolence, then call me insolent," I shot back, refusing to cower. Catherine rose from the couch, her anger palpable. "You have no idea what you've gotten yourself into, young lady." "Oh, I'm well aware," I retorted, my patience wearing thin. "You can't control my life, Catherine." She took a step closer, her gaze piercing through me. "You
CHAPTER 62 SOPHIA’S POV I tiptoed into the living room, careful not to wake Henry, who was blissfully asleep. The soft glow of the lamp painted a cozy ambiance, and I settled onto the couch, cradling my phone in my hand. A few taps and Kylie's familiar voice greeted me on the other end. "Hey, Sophia! How's everything going? Spill the tea!" A giggle bubbled up within me, and I launched into a lively account of our time in France. "Girl, you won't believe the drama we had at the museum. So, Henry and I are just casually enjoying the art, right?" Kylie chuckled, "Go on, I'm all ears." "Then, out of nowhere, these two guys decide they need my number. I tell them I'm with Henry, and they start with this whole 'daddy issues' nonsense. Henry, being the knight in shining armor, told them off, but they just wouldn't quit." Kylie burst into laughter, "Seriously? And then?" "Henry punched one of them! Can you believe it? I mean, I told him not to, but he couldn't stand their trash talk.
CHAPTER 63 SOPHIA’S POV The soft hum of the plane's engines quieted as we touched down on the French soil. Excitement bubbled within me as I looked out the window, taking in the picturesque landscape that unfolded like a canvas painted with the hues of France. As Henry and I stepped off the plane, the crisp French air greeted us, carrying the promise of a weekend filled with adventure and romance. The vacation house awaited, a charming abode nestled in the heart of the French countryside. Henry shot me a playful grin, his eyes sparkling with anticipation. "Bienvenue en France, Sophia!" I chuckled. "Merci, Monsieur Henry. Now, let's go and conquer this weekend." Our luggage in tow, we ventured towards the waiting car, the driver giving us a warm welcome in impeccable French. Henry nudged me, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Did I mention I'm fluent in French?" I rolled my eyes with a smirk. "Oh, please. Fluent in ordering croissants maybe." He laughed, the sound echoing in the
CHAPTER 64 SOPHIA’S POV The Museum of Love, tucked away in a charming corner of Paris, promised an enchanting experience. Henry and I strolled hand in hand, the anticipation of exploring the exhibits about love and romance bubbling between us. "This place is something else, huh?" Henry grinned, his eyes scanning the intricate displays. I nodded, "It's like a crash course in the history of love. Who knew love could be so... museum-worthy?" He chuckled, "Well, when you put it that way, it sounds like we're about to embark on the most romantic history lesson ever." As we wandered through the museum's halls adorned with love letters from famous historical figures and relics of love stories long past, the atmosphere seemed to cast a spell on us. Henry pulled me closer, and we lingered near an exhibit showcasing love letters exchanged between Napoleon and Josephine. "Imagine writing love letters like that," Henry mused, "I think we're missing out in the modern era." I smirked, "You m
CHAPTER 65 part 1 SOPHIA’S POV I tiptoed into the living room, careful not to wake Henry, who was blissfully asleep. The soft glow of the lamp painted a cozy ambiance, and I settled onto the couch, cradling my phone in my hand. A few taps and Kylie's familiar voice greeted me on the other end. "Hey, Sophia! How's everything going? Spill the tea!" A giggle bubbled up within me, and I launched into a lively account of our time in France. "Girl, you won't believe the drama we had at the museum. So, Henry and I are just casually enjoying the art, right?" Kylie chuckled, "Go on, I'm all ears." "Then, out of nowhere, these two guys decide they need my number. I tell them I'm with Henry, and they start with this whole 'daddy issues' nonsense. Henry, being the knight in shining armor, told them off, but they just wouldn't quit." Kylie burst into laughter, "Seriously? And then?" "Henry punched one of them! Can you believe it? I mean, I told him not to, but he couldn't stand their trash
65 part 2 The night air was crisp as we stepped out of the car, the grandeur of Henry's mansion looming ahead. The echoes of our laughter from the vacation still resonated, but the atmosphere shifted when I felt Henry's hand on mine, pulling me into an unexpected kiss. Little did we know, we were not alone. Collins, my dad, stood there like a storm brewing on the horizon, his eyes wide with disbelief. By his side was Kayla, his girlfriend, equally stunned. "What the hell is going on here?" Collins thundered, his voice cutting through the night. Henry, recovering from the punch that had caught him off guard, raised his hands defensively. "Collins, let me explain—" But Collins wasn't having any of it. He swung another punch, connecting with Henry's jaw. I rushed forward, trying to intervene, with Kayla following suit. "Dad, stop! Henry, explain yourself!" I pleaded, attempting to keep the peace. Henry wiped blood from his lip, his eyes meeting mine. "Collins, we need to talk. Soph