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Chapter 38: Sparks That Don’t Burn
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Her Billionaire Ex-Husband's Regret HER NAME IN HIS MOUTH
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
Her Billionaire Ex-Husband's Regret THE WEIGHT OF HIS GAZE
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
Her Billionaire Ex-Husband's Regret THE DISTANCE BETWEEN US
Sophia didn’t sleep,not even for a second.She lay motionless in the dim guest room—that room, the one she once refused to enter unless a fight with Liam had driven her there. Life was cruelly ironic. It had dragged her back into the same four walls she had once vowed never to see again. The very air felt soaked with memories she tried desperately to outrun.By the time the first pale streak of dawn slipped timidly across the curtains, she knew what she had to do.She would leave.She couldn’t keep living inside a mausoleum of her old life. Every corner whispered of the past. Every shadow carried Liam’s ghost. Every breath felt borrowed.She tightened her grip on the duvet as if holding onto it might steady her, then swung her legs over the edge of the mattress. As she rose, a soft click cut through the silence.Her heart lurched.She turned and there he was.Liam.Wearing simple clothes, hair mussed as though sleep had eluded him too. His eyes… God, those eyes. Red-rimmed, exhausted,
Her Billionaire Ex-Husband's Regret SHATTERED ILLUSIONS
Rain battered Sophia George’s window as if the sky itself had chosen to grieve with her, but even the violent storm outside paled before the devastation tearing through her chest. It wasn’t rain that drowned her , it was dread.The headline on her phone glared at her like a cruel accusation:ILLEGAL CORPORATE AI MANIPULATION EXPOSED.FORMER HART GLOBAL CFO DAVID GEORGE ACCUSED OF INVOLVEMENTHer father’s name.There.Smeared.Stained.Her lungs forgot how to work.“Dad… you wouldn’t ... you couldn’t…” Her whisper cracked as if her vocal cords were splintering under the weight of disbelief.But the world didn’t stop for her pain. Another notification buzzed. Another headline. Another blow she wasn’t ready to take. Every new alert was a fist striking the softest part of her.They were crucifying him.Her father , the man who taught her integrity wasn’t negotiable, who showed her what morality looked like in practice, not theory,was now painted as the architect of a corporate crime he neve
Her Billionaire Ex-Husband's Regret THE RETURN OF THE CODE
Six months passed, and the world finally exhaled—shaky, uneven, but breathing again.Markets steadied. Networks hummed with something resembling sanity. The Sophia Protocol—once worshiped, demonized, and dissected—had dissolved into a dusty historical footnote, reduced to the infamous “seventeen-hour blackout” whispered in documentaries and conspiracy-filled midnight forums.Sophia George no longer existed.Now she lived as Maya Owolabi, tucked quietly along the outskirts of Cape Town, guiding bright-eyed undergraduates through the maze of data ethics. None of them recognized the cadence of her voice or the shadows that flickered behind her calm smile.Every dawn she wandered the shoreline with a paper cup of coffee, watching the waves collapse and retreat—like memories that refused to settle, emotions that never quite stayed.For the first time in years, peace didn’t feel like a crime.Or so she allowed herself to believe.The first crack in that fragile calm came on an ordinary afte
Her Billionaire Ex-Husband's Regret ECHO OF HER VOICE
Morning broke over Lagos without warmth, arriving thin and uncertain, like a survivor unsure it belonged in this new world. The power grid stuttered back to life in dim, uneven pulses, as if the city’s very veins strained to remember how to beat. Across rooftops and highways, the monumental billboards that once pulsed with the triumphant glow of the “Sophia Protocol” had collapsed into static gray. They looked like giants who’d forgotten their purpose—vast, waiting, hollow.Sophia woke on the sunken couch in the safe-house, the metallic aftertaste of the neural rig still clinging to the back of her tongue like an unwelcome echo. Her pulse throbbed behind her eyes. Lucas sat close by, hunched over a battered tablet that had seen too many crises to care about new ones. When she stirred, he lifted his gaze, softening just enough to let her know he’d been watching her breathe.“Systems are stabilizing,” he murmured. “The AI’s gone from every network we can trace.”She exhaled, slow and un
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