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Chapter Eighteen: Sophia’s Studio
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Married to the man who despised me Chapter Eighteen: Sophia’s Studio
Sophia woke to the sound of rain tapping the loft’s skylight. It was soft at first, then steady, the kind of rain that made the city feel smaller, quieter. She stayed in bed a moment longer, staring up at the glass ceiling where water slid in slow rivers. The sculptures around her looked different in the gray light, less angry, more tired. She liked them better that way.She got up, pulled on an old cardigan over her T-shirt, and walked barefoot to the kitchen corner. The kettle hissed as she filled it. While it heated, she opened the window just enough to let the damp air in. It smelled like wet concrete and distant coffee. She liked that smell. It reminded her she was still here, even if everything else felt like it had cracked open.The kettle clicked off. She poured water over green tea leaves in a chipped mug. No sugar. She never took sugar anymore. Too sweet felt dishonest.She carried the mug to the workbench. The piece she had been working on for weeks sat there unfinished, a
Married to the man who despised me Chapter Seventeen: The Call from Home
Elena had been living in the small rented room above the tailor’s shop for nearly three weeks. The space was narrow, the walls thin enough to hear the sewing machines buzzing all day, but it was hers. No Rosa. No Alex. No echoing hallways filled with judgment. She spent her mornings reading on the tiny balcony, afternoons walking the market, evenings cooking simple meals on a single burner. It wasn’t freedom exactly, but it was breathing room, and she clung to it.The phone rang on a Tuesday afternoon while she was boiling rice. She almost ignored it. The number was her mother’s. She stared at the screen until it stopped, then it rang again. She answered.“Elena.”“Mom.”A pause. Then the familiar sharp tone. “You need to come home tomorrow. Bring your husband.”Elena set the spoon down. “Why?”“Your father’s sick. The doctors want family here. All of us. Including him.”Elena closed her eyes. “He’s not going to come.”“He has to. This is family. You’re still married, aren’t you?”Ele
Married to the man who despised me Chapter Sixteen: The Quiet After
Elena walked down the hallway without looking back. Her footsteps were soft on the carpet, deliberate, like she was measuring each one. The suitcase was light in her hand, only a few days' worth of clothes, her notebook, the book she had been reading the night before. She didn’t need much. She never had. Rosa appeared at the top of the stairs, arms crossed, mouth already open. Elena didn’t slow. She passed her without a glance. Rosa’s voice followed, sharp and low. “Where do you think you’re going?” Elena reached the front door. Opened it. Sunlight poured in, bright and indifferent. “Out,” she said. “You can’t just leave.” Elena paused on the threshold. Turned slowly. Looked at Rosa.The woman who had called her worthless. The woman who had spread the lie that broke everything. The woman who had watched her son destroy her and called it protection. “I can,” Elena said quietly. “And I will.” Rosa stepped forward. “You signed a contract. You belong here.” Elena smiled.“I signed
Married to the man who despised me Chapter Fifteen: The Weight of Return
Dawn found Alex still walking. The city had begun to stir: delivery bikes cutting through alleys, street vendors setting up carts, the first buses groaning awake. His shoes were heavy with water from the night’s rain, socks soaked, but he didn’t stop. Every block felt like punishment he deserved. Every step away from Sophia’s loft was a step toward the house he wasn’t sure he still belonged in.He paused once, around four in the morning, on a bridge overlooking the river. The water was black and still. He leaned on the railing, breath fogging in the cold, and tried to remember the exact moment he had decided to marry again. The words had come out of his mouth at the dinner table like they belonged there. Second wife. Sophia. Simple. Clean. As if love could be rewritten like a contract clause. He stayed on the bridge until the sky turned pale blue. Then he started walking again.By eight thirty he was only a few streets from home. His legs ached. His shirt clung to his back wit
Married to the man who despised me Chapter Fourteen: Midnight Apologies
The cab smelled of old leather and rain. Alex stared out the window as Yunshan’s lights streaked past, neon bleeding into puddles. He didn’t go home. Home was the last place he could face. Instead he tapped the address again, Sophia’s loft, and told the driver to go faster. Twenty-three minutes felt like three hours. When they pulled up to the brick warehouse, the street was empty except for a stray cat hissing at its own reflection in a puddle. He paid the driver double, climbed the metal stairs two at a time. The door was half-lit by the lamp inside, warm gold spilling over the threshold like an accusation. He knocked. It opened almost immediately. Sophia stood barefoot, hair twisted up, wearing that same oversized T-shirt from the first night. Now it looked smaller, like the memory had shrunk it. Her eyes were puffy but dry. She crossed her arms. “I knew you’d come.” “I didn’t mean to.” “Stop.” She stepped aside, let him in, but didn’t close the do
Married to the man who despised me Chapter Thirteen: The Gallery Encounter
The art gallery opening was one of those events Yunshan pretended mattered more than it did. White walls, soft lighting, waiters carrying champagne flutes on silver trays, people murmuring about brushstrokes and meaning as if they understood either. Elena had come because Alex asked her to. Not in the pleading way he used to avoid, but in the quiet way that had started after the yacht. He had simply said, “I’d like you to come with me,” and she had nodded. She still didn’t know what the nod meant, only that refusing felt like closing a door she wasn’t ready to shut. Alex wore a charcoal suit, no tie, collar open. He looked handsome in a way that made people glance twice, but Elena noticed the tension at the corners of his eyes. He kept her hand in his as they moved through the crowd, thumb brushing her knuckles every few minutes like a reminder she was there. They stopped in front of a large canvas: deep blues and violent reds swirling into something that looked like anger trapped u
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