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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?.The 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
Sophia woke to the delicate patter of rain brushing the window, a soft percussion that almost lulled her back into dreams. For a few precious seconds, she forgot where she was, suspended between sleep and the echo of yesterday’s chaos. But then the scent of the room pulled her fully into reality — cedarwood, cool mint, and the faintest trace of Liam’s morning coffee. His home. His world. A place that should’ve felt forbidden. A place that felt far too safe.She inhaled slowly, chest tightening with the weight of what he said last night —,words he had no right to say, feelings he should’ve buried long ago. He wasn’t supposed to care. Not like that. Not anymore. And yet he looked at her like she was made of something delicate, something breakable, something that mattered to him. That was the part that hurt the most. Because it made it impossible to pretend she was immune.She dressed quietly, trying not to linger on the way her heart wouldn’t settle. When she stepped into the hallway, s
Sophia remained in the study long after Liam had slipped into the shadows of the hallway. The soft glow of the screen bled across the dimly lit room, illuminating the harsh truths she could no longer deny. Every file, every clipped audio, every timestamp carved into those documents spelled out the same chilling revelation:Lucas wasn’t merely dangerous. He was consumed by power,vengeance and by her.A violent ache coiled inside her chest as she braced herself against the cold desk, fingers trembling. How had she missed the signs? How had she let herself believe she was safe?Minutes blurred into a dull, throbbing silence before she finally shut off the screen. Darkness swallowed the room, save for the faint pulse of rain beginning to drum against the windows.She turned to leave and nearly collided with Liam.He stood against the doorframe like he had been crafted from shadows and quiet restraint, arms crossed, eyes fixed on her with an intensity that made her breath catch. It wasn’t







