LOGINThe 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?
View MoreThe city did not erupt into cheers when they escaped. There was no victorious laughter, no cathartic release, no moment where relief flooded in and washed everything else away. What followed was quieter and heavier. The rain had scoured the streets raw, leaving them gleaming and empty, but the unease clung to their skin like soaked fabric, heavy and unshakable. You could rinse the blood from the pavement, but not from memory.Back at the mansion, the night splintered into tasks. James locked the drives away in a fireproof safe, his movements precise, almost reverent, as if the truth itself were fragile glass. Clara spoke in hushed, urgent tones to a legal team carefully chosen for one reason alone: Lucas had not yet poisoned them with his influence. Not yet.Ava said nothing. She perched on the edge of the couch, arms wrapped tightly around her torso as if she might shatter if she let go. Her eyes were empty, cavernous, stripped of bravado and lies. No one confronted her. No one neede
The mansion breathed in silence, the kind that pressed against the ears and made every thought echo louder than it should. The storm had passed, but its presence lingered in the air—cool, damp, and heavy with the scent of rain-soaked earth and crushed leaves. From the open balcony doors, night crept inward, carrying with it the whisper of things unfinished. Sophia George sat rigid on the edge of the couch, her posture tense, her fingers worrying the seam of her sleeve until the fabric warmed beneath her touch.She couldn’t escape the weight of what she knew now. The files her father had hidden. The truths he had buried to protect her. The way Lucas had twisted fear into a weapon sharp enough to cut through loyalty, memory, and conscience alike. Every revelation felt like a fresh bruise—very tender, unavoidable, impossible to ignore.Across the room, Liam stood with James and Clara, their voices hushed but urgent, words overlapping in fragments of strategy and risk. Maps were spread ac
Sophia felt the world lurch violently, as if the floor beneath her had suddenly lost its grip on reality. James’s words didn’t just land,they detonated. Her father. Evidence. Lucas. Each word struck like a hammer against glass, splintering everything she thought she understood. The room blurred, sounds warping into distant echoes, her body light and heavy all at once, like she was drowning on dry land.Liam’s arm came around her just in time, firm and grounding, anchoring her before her knees could give out. His hand tightened at her waist, steady but urgent, as though he could physically hold her together if she started to break.“Sophia, breathe,” he murmured, his voice low and close, cutting through the fog.She pulled away slightly, not rejecting him but needing space,space to think, to survive the tidal wave crashing through her chest. Her heart thundered. Her mouth felt dry. “What… what exactly did Lucas take?” she asked, forcing the words past her throat.James looked wrecked.
The atmosphere inside the mansion didn’t just change when Ava broke down,it fractured. It was as if the house itself recoiled, walls tightening, air growing dense and sharp. Every breath felt borrowed. Lucas was no longer a shadow lurking at the edges of their lives. He had stepped fully into the light, and his presence pressed down on them like a blade hovering just above skin.Sophia stood frozen in the wreckage of Ava’s bedroom, surrounded by overturned furniture and torn fabric, watching Ava shake as though the floor beneath her had turned to ice. Ava’s phone was clenched in her hand, knuckles white, fingers trembling, as if the device might detonate at any second. Clara lingered by the doorway, torn between stepping forward and retreating, her silence heavy with dread. Liam stood apart from them all—still, composed, terrifyingly focused. It was the face he wore when something inside him had already decided this was war.Ava dragged a sleeve across her face, smearing tears without






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