SOPHIA
After a few days I was at the hospital settling some things and overseeing an incoming project for the children's wing, to my surprise I heard a familiar voice in the corridor. My heart skipped a bit with curiosity of seeing the person I turned and gaze afar a distance I became shocked seeing Ava. She was dressed in a lab coat talking to one of the doctors. “What's she doing here?" I wandered around with a quickening pulse. “Sophia". Ava said, noticing me and approaching with a bright smile. "I never expect to see you here either”. “If I discover you're spying on me, I’ll never take it easy with you, my annoyance may cause you alot”. "Is that a threat?”. She asked. "Stay away from me and my husband Liam, must I see you everywhere I go, for crying out loud, what do you want?”. “It seems you're losing your mind, it will be better if I run some diagnosis on you”. "Are you trying to insult me? Don't worry I could say the same”. I replied, trying to bring my voice steady. “So what brings you to the hospital?". Ava gestures to her lab coat. "I’ve taken up a position here, it's always my dream to work in pediatrics, and when I heard about the expansion project I couldn't resist”. I felt the ground shift beneath me. Ava was not just back in our lives; she was now working at the very hospital where I spent most of my time. “That's……wonderful” I managed to say, though the words felt like they were lodged in my throat. “Isn't it?" Ava beamed. "I can't wait to get started. We’ll be seeing a lot more often". The thought made my stomach churn, I couldn't escape her no matter where I turned. I left the hospital and went back home with a heavy thought in my mind. In the evening I sat with Liam at the dimming table pushing my food around the table as he talked about his day. My mind was elsewhere replaying my encounter with Ava at the hospital. “Sophia, are you ok?". Liam asked, noticing my distraction. “I saw Ava at the hospital today”, I said, cutting straight to the point. Liam looked surprised. “You met her again, what was she doing there?". "She has taken a Job there. In pediatrics". I replied, watching his reaction closely. Liam blinked clearly, taken aback. “I had no idea, but I knew she studied medicine abroad, maybe she just wanted to utilize her potential". "Sounds interesting, I never knew we'd come in contact at the hospital”. I said my voice was edging with frustration. “Liam's not just there for a visit. She's inserting ourselves into our lives- into my life”. Liam sighed, rubbing his temples. “Sophia, I understand how this looks, but Ava’s a professional. I’m sure she's just pursuing her career”. “But why here? Why now?”. I pressed my voice rising. “It's too much of a coincidence”. “I don't know Sophia”, Liam said, his voice rising in a different tone. “But I can't control where she walks, we just have to deal with it". "Deal with it?”. I echoed, feeling a surge of anger. “This isn't something we can just deal with; Liam. Ava is a threat to our marriage, and I won't sit by and watch her tear us apart”. Liam's face hardened, and for the first time I saw a flicker of irritation in his eyes. “Sophia, you're overreacting. Ava is not a threat. She is just someone from my past who happens to be in our lives right now”. “And you expect me to believe that?". “Is not a thing of belief is a thing of fact, it's nothing but truth". "what if she's not content with just being in the past?". I demanded with a trembling voice. "What if she's trying to get you back by acting so nice just to back up his evidence?”. “What evidence are you talking about?". “Have you forgotten, you're claimed to be the father of her child, aren't you seeing her tricks". “There's no trick here, Sophia". “There are a lot of tricks, be sensitive you will see for yourself, can't you see she's always after me just to win my heart of acceptance so she can finally strike back". Liam stood up, his chair scraping against the floor. “Sophia, I can't do this right now. I won't let Ava or anyone else come between us, but you need to trust me and stop bothering yourself”. “Trust you". I whispered. Feeling the tears welling up in my eyes. “How can I trust you when I see the way she still affects you". "I can't believe you're saying this, are you trying to say I’m cheating on you?”. “Not that Liam, I noticed ever since she came you haven't given me attention, you barely treat me like your wife, even the plans we intend on you never deliberated on it again, Liam is there something you’re not telling me?". I said, with tears rolling down my eyes. “You’ve to stop this Sophia, you're hurting yourself and I don't like it”. "I would rather hurt myself fighting for our marriage than see us apart, is it because of the child she claimed you to be the father? Or is it because we don't have a child of our own that's why you're not reacting when I bring up any issues about her?”. Liam looked at me for a long moment, his expression unreadable. “Sophia I love you, but if we keep letting this come between us, we’re only going to push each other away”. He turned and walked out of the room, leaving me alone with my thoughts. The silence was deafening, and the doubt in my heart only grew stronger. As I sat there, staring at the empty chair across from me, a question echoed in my mind, one I was too afraid to ask aloud: Was Ava really just a memory for Liam, or was she something more?.Chapter 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