MasukThe story begins on how Sophia was reflecting on their previous journey at the college, Sophia and Liam's life were seemingly perfect, their deep bond and shared ambitions were proof they really love each other. Their journey from college to friendship leads them to a blissful marriage after years of being a couple they never had any issues until a specific day when she discovers a text message on Liam's phone from a woman named Ava, who claimed Liam to be the father of her child. Sophia secretly took Ava’s number from her husband's phone and they started conversing. Sophia requested for them to physically meet to discuss. She wanted to hear the truth from Ava if Liam really impregranated her before she confronts him. She planned on leaving him and going to stay with her parents or her friend’s house and start processing her divorce. Her friend, Clara,in a bid to be of help to her dear friend at her darkest time,took her on dates. On one of these dates,she happened to meet a new man who treated her well. James, Liam’s best friend,investigated the main cause of the divorce of his friend and his dear wife and discovered a secret. What did James discover? Will the couple come back together? Will they be able to move on?
Lihat lebih banyakChapter 90By Monday morning, Sophia’s path was no longer clouded by hesitation or indecision. The strategy was crystal clear, burning in her mind like a blueprint drawn in fire,Camilla couldn’t fall until Danladi’s shadow was gone. If she wanted to bring Camilla down, she’d have to strike at the man shielding her, crack the armor before aiming for the heart.This wasn’t about blunt force,it was precision. Whispered doubt. Subtle sabotage. Small moves with seismic impact.The first blow didn’t even feel like one.Over tea in the Council lounge, she let her voice drift casually across the table. “Anyone else notice the delays in Danladi’s infrastructure reports?” she asked, letting her question float like idle curiosity.Later that afternoon: “Odd how his budgets keep swelling without explanation. Paperwork’s always late, isn’t it?”She never mentioned fraud. Never said “embezzlement” or “misconduct.” She didn’t need to. The human brain fills in the silence faster than any accusation.
Chapter 89Lucas hadn’t called ahead. He didn’t schedule a meeting. He simply appeared, leaning against the hallway wall like a shadow she hadn’t invited. His presence radiated tension,something unspoken tightening the air.“We need to talk,” he said, voice low but unrelenting.“I’m busy,” Sophia replied, her heels clicking as she moved past him, cool and composed.“It’s about the Zurich account.”She stopped mid-step. That name could freeze blood. She turned slowly. “What about it?”Lucas didn’t answer. Just a look toward the security camera overhead. A silent message.Not here.Down in the old records room where the silence was thick and the walls didn’t listen,Lucas slid a single page across the metal table like it was a loaded weapon.Sophia looked at it. And looked again.It was the Zurich record she’d seen before. Same structure. Same line items. But this one had something else. A detail that hadn’t existed until now.Co-signatory: Danladi Okoro.Her fingers tightened on the pap
Chapter 88: Smoke Over the WaterBy the start of the week, Abuja was humming with headlines.The Hart Foundation’s New Humanitarian Drive“Camilla Hart Promises Housing for the Displaced”She stood center stage,glossy smile, polished speech, perfectly framed beneath a banner reading:Rebuilding Futures: Housing for Displaced FamiliesShe shook hands with community leaders, pledged “full transparency,” and posed for photographers like a saint in silk.It was dazzling.It was dishonest.And it was working.Clara dropped three newspapers onto Sophia’s desk, each more fawning than the last. “She’s buying herself a halo.”Sophia barely glanced at the headlines. “No. She’s buying time. And hiding her financial trail under a pile of bricks and mercy.”Ralia entered, eyes glued to her tablet. “She’s fragmenting the transfers,tiny amounts, multiple currencies, different jurisdictions. Mauritius, Liechtenstein, Cyprus. By the time her housing project ‘breaks ground,’ the real money will be untr
Chapter 87: A Blade Behind the Smile On paper, Monday’s cabinet meeting was standard fare,budget reviews, infrastructure briefings, routine security updates. But for Sophia, it was a perfectly staged play. Every word exchanged was theater, every nod a chess move, every glance a veiled strike.Three seats to her left sat Patrick Madu, her deputy. Cool, composed, and calculating—turning pages in his binder like his hands weren’t already stained with betrayal.Sophia didn’t look at him directly. She didn’t have to. She felt the tremor beneath his surface, the forced ease of a man clinging to the lie of normalcy.And as the meeting drew to a close and the ministers filed out, she delivered the line she’d rehearsed in her head all morning:“Patrick, could you stay behind for a moment?”He paused, then smiled. “Of course, Minister.”When the last footsteps faded, Sophia leaned back in her chair with studied calm. She didn’t reach for dramatics. No slamming folders or throwing accusations.
Chapter 86: The Fingerprint Inside Sophia Grant had never been one to hand out trust like candy. Especially not when the intel came from Lucas,the man with too many shadows in his wake.So the next morning, she did what she always did when the stakes were too high to play loose: she locked herself away with Clara and Ralia in the ministry’s secure records room. No distractions. No noise. Just cold, hard evidence laid bare under fluorescent lights and sharpened gazes.The table was cluttered with damning paperwork,bank transfers, shell company filings, encrypted wire confirmations. The kind of evidence that didn’t whisper corruption.It screamed.Clara’s finger slid down one of the transaction sheets. “Look at this,” she murmured. “Quarterly deposits like clockwork. Mauritius account, set up three years ago.”Sophia leaned in, narrowing her eyes.“But this one…” Clara tapped a particular line. “It’s different. This one came from a Nigerian personal account. Not corporate.”Ralia’s voi
Chapter 85: The Return of the Ghost It had been nearly a year since she’d last laid eyes on him.Lucas.The last time he stood before her, his words were laced with cool calculation, his presence a reminder of wounds too deep for time to numb. She’d buried that part of her life,sewn the seams shut with silence. But the scar had never faded.So when Clara entered Sophia’s office and quietly announced, “There’s someone here to see you,” Sophia wasn’t expecting the storm that followed.He stepped in like a ghost with unfinished business.Lucas. Dressed in a dark suit, the crispness dulled by fatigue. His jaw unshaven, his face thinner than she remembered. He looked like a man who’d been running—but not fast enough.“Sophia,” he said, softly, like her name still belonged to him.She didn’t rise. Didn’t flinch.“You didn’t schedule an appointment.”“I figured if I asked, you’d say no.”“You figured right.”He moved closer, slow but certain, brushing past her sharp tone. “I heard about Cam












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