SOPHIA
Ava didn't show up or call me for a long time. I stopped waiting and focused on other things. Liam and I decided to host a charity event to help people in need. We do this once every year. Everything changed the day Ava returned to the charity event we are hosting. I wondered who could have invited her to our charity event, maybe Liam would have informed her. She is Liam's first love but he never spoke much about her. I noticed the way Liam's face lit up the moment he saw her. The way my attention was shifted from me to her got me Jealous and angry. I could feel the distance growing between us. I tried to brush it off, convincing myself it was just an excitement of seeing an old friend. But deep down in me, a seed of doubt and anger had been planted which is affecting the peace of my mind. Ava entered the room like she owned it, her presence commanding attention, she dressed in an elegant black gown that revealed her curves. She moved with confidence of someone who knew exactly what she's doing, this could result in tearing her apart as my anger intensified. I watched as Liam's eyes followed her at every step. I decided to confront him, distracting his attention. “What are you looking at?". I curiously asked. “Nothing dear, I’m just thinking".. “Thinking about what?..I said calmly, "Wait a minute, who is that lady in a black gown?”. "Which lady?”. "Don't act as if you don't know what I’m talking about”. "What are you talking about?”. "Who is the lady you've been staring at? Let me guess could she be the Ava we have been looking for?”. "Yes she is the one". He replied, forcing a smile as I tried to ignore the uncomfortable knot forming in my stomach. Ava finally reached us, and Liam stood frozen for a moment before taking a step forward. “Ava". He said, his voice filled with surprise. “What are you doing here?". Ava smiled, her eyes gleaming as she responded. “I was told you were hosting a charity event and I couldn't resist attending a charity event hosted by my favorite people, it's been too long, Liam”. “Too long!" Liam repeated, his tone softer and skeptical. He hesitated before adding. This is my wife Sophia”. “Of course! Even the blind will know the woman beside you is your wife”. Ava turned to me with a polite smile, “Sophia it's nice to see you". "The pleasure is mine, even when you fail to see me the other time”.. "Don't mind, my busy schedule, at least here I’m now, we’ve finally seen”. “Ok no problem". I replied, though my voice was barely above a whisper. As the evening progressed, I couldn't help but notice how easily Ava slipped back into Liam's life. She laughed at his jokes and touched his arms in a way that made my heart ache and they discussed their past together. I watched them from the corner of my eye, feeling more like an outsider than a wife. “Liam, remember that trip we took to Paris?”. Ava asked with a laugh. “We were so young and reckless". Liam chukled, nodding. "How could I forget we missed our flight because we were too busy exploring our city”. Those were good times. Ava said her voice tinged with longing, I missed those days”. I tried to distract myself by engaging in conversation with other guests, but my mind kept drifting back to Ava and Liam. The seed of doubt had taken root, and no matter how hard I tried to push it away, it kept growing. As the event began to wind down, Liam and I found ourselves alone on the balcony, overlooking the city. The night air was cool, and the stars twinkled above us, but I felt anything but a peace. “Sophia,”. Liam began, breaking the silence. “I didn't know Ava was going to be here tonight”. “I know". I replied, my voice tight. You seemed happy to see her neglecting our previous plan". “Is not what you think, Sophia". “Wait a minute is she thesame Ava that was claiming you to be the father of her child?". I curiously asked. "So why is she acting different like nothing had happened?, I thought she's just here for the charity event so why she spending her time with you?”. “She's just an old friend,” Liam said turning to face me. “You’ve nothing to worry about". "Nothing to worry about?”. I echoed, my emotions finally bubbling to the surface. “Liam, I saw the way you looked at her. The way she lit up when she walked in, and even all our plans you aborted it, this same woman accused you of her pregnancy claiming you to be the father and now you act totally different, how do you expect me not to be worried”. Liam sighed, running a hand through his hair. “Sophia I love you. You're my wife. Ava is just someone from the past. Perhaps I can't just act just table the matter to her yet since she haven't say anything concerning that”. "Don't you think she has another plan, the face she isn't saying anything doesn't mean she has forgotten”. “Then we will put a watched on her, even if she has another plan we will definitely revamp our plans, she's just an old time friend let me welcome her in that way first, trust me I know what I’m doing". "But the way you were with her tonight…it felt like I was invisible”. I admitted, my voice trembling. “Like I wasn't there". "Sophia,”. Liam said softly, taking my hands in his. “You’re not invisible. You're everything to me. Ava and I had a history, yes, but that's all it is-history. You and I are building our future together”. I wanted to believe him, but the doubt in my heart was too strong. “Liam what if she wants to be more than just a part of your past? What if she wants to be part of your future too?”. Liam's grip on my hands tightened his expression serious. “I won't let that happened I promise you, Sophia, you're the one I want to be with. Ava is just a memory”. I nodded but the unease lingered. Liam leaned in and kissed my forehead, trying to reassure me, but I couldn't shake the feelings that things were about to change.Chapter 37: A Different Kind of First DateThe restaurant Owen chose wasn’t flashy. No valet. No velvet ropes. No dramatic lighting or overpriced signature cocktails.It was a quiet little spot tucked behind a leafy fence on a side street in Benin, where the air smelled like mint, roasted peppers, and citrus trees. The lighting was soft and golden, the kind that made people look honest. The menus were handwritten, and the tables were dressed in linen—not crisp white, but faded cotton in sun-washed colors.It felt like a place built for conversation, not performance.Sophia arrived five minutes early.Not because she was nervous.But because,for the first time in a long time,she wasn’t rushing away from anything. She was walking toward something.And she wanted to be fully present.When Owen saw her, he stood up slowly, his smile spreading without hesitation. He wasn’t dressed to impress,no suit, no slick gestures—just a dark button-down shirt and the same quiet charm that had caught h
Chapter 36: Her Kind of LoveThe gentle hum of morning wrapped itself around Sophia’s apartment like a soft shawl. She stood barefoot on the balcony, a warm cup of coffee nestled in her palms, the steam curling into the air. Below, the city of Benin stirred to life—bus horns echoing in staccato bursts, vendors calling out their goods with melodic urgency, schoolchildren in oversized uniforms chasing one another across the red-dusted roads.It was a symphony of beginnings.And for once, Sophia didn’t feel like she was rushing to catch up with life.She felt like she was exactly where she was meant to be.This place—Benin—felt different. Not just because it wasn’t Lagos, and not only because it held the promise of the Mariam House, still fresh with hope and possibility.It felt different because she was different.This was a homecoming. Not to a childhood street or an old family house.But to herself.To a version of Sophia George that had taken years—tears, therapy, loss, and resilienc
Chapter 35: The First Love That LastedTwo full months had passed since the trial ended, since the gavel fell and the courtroom emptied, leaving Sophia standing in a life that had once seemed impossible.Two months of breathing without fear. Of moving forward without looking back.In that time, the headlines had quieted. The media frenzy had faded. But Sophia’s world had only grown louder in the best way.The center in Benin City was almost complete. Each brick laid with intention, every beam etched with purpose. It rose from the ground like a monument to all she had survived—and all the women she hoped would never have to survive the same.The land it stood on had been donated without fanfare. An anonymous gift. No ribbon-cutting ceremony. No press release. But Sophia knew. Deep down, she knew.It had Liam’s fingerprints all over it—his quiet, steady way of making amends without stepping back into her light.She didn’t call him.Didn’t ask.Some doors, even the well-meaning ones, are
Chapter 34: The Price of PeaceThree days had passed since the verdict echoed through the country—three long, heavy days where headlines dissected every detail and op-eds debated justice, feminism, and the fall of a matriarch.And then, without fanfare, Victoria George’s apology aired.The video was less than two minutes long. She sat alone in a pale, sterile room—no flags behind her, no warm lighting, no reporters present to ask questions. Just her, a prepared statement, and the unmistakable hollowness of a woman who had been told what to say and when to say it.“I, Victoria George, accept full responsibility for the role I played in defaming and causing emotional harm to Sophia Grant...”Her tone was flat. The words, though carefully chosen, carried no soul.Sophia didn’t watch it live. She didn’t need to.She had heard Victoria’s real voice once before—the voice that told someone to “use the child” and “break her.”She didn’t need a manufactured confession.Instead, she spent the a
Chapter 33: A Mother’s UndoingThe sky was an unforgiving shade of steel gray when Victoria George stepped from her car and into the pounding rain outside the courthouse. Thunder grumbled overhead like judgment itself, and the rain fell with purpose, drenching the air in something that felt more like reckoning than weather.Umbrellas burst open like wings among the clustered paparazzi. Cameras snapped like angry insects. The sidewalks were jammed with journalists and spectators, their lenses sharp and ruthless. Victoria kept her chin high, but there was no hiding the tension in her posture.Gone were the signature pearls and the sculpted smile.She wore a slate-gray suit, understated and unembellished. Her hair was pulled into a severe bun, and her pale face was devoid of its usual polish. She didn’t look like the queen of society anymore.She looked like a woman finally facing the consequences of her reign.Inside the courtroom, the air was taut with curiosity and anticipation.Every
Chapter 32: The Woman Behind the MaskBy sunrise, Sophia’s video interview was already circulating across the internet like wildfire. In just an hour, it had found its way into trending charts, been reshared by celebrities, activists, and everyday women who saw themselves in her voice.But this wasn’t just another viral clip.This was a reckoning.Screens across the country lit up with her calm, poised face—the unwavering truth in her tone slicing through the noise louder than any scandal ever could.“I was silenced by someone I called ‘mother.’”“She didn’t need to scream. She used doubt—and it echoed louder than any lie.”“Victoria George didn’t just try to ruin me. She designed the plan that broke my marriage.”Those words became headlines, hashtags, and quotes on protest posters by noon.Sophia hadn’t mentioned Ava by name.She hadn’t uttered Liam’s name once, either.But Victoria?She had spoken that name with certainty. With receipts. With grace sharpened into steel.The press d