LOGINSophie shot a glance at Edmund, who shrugged and once again turned his attention to Adrian.
“That is right. Sophie Langham is my sister,” he said, putting particular emphasis on the name “Langham.” “Seeing as you have other… engagement, Mr. Beckett, I think it’d be wise for us to leave.”
“Let’s go, Ed,” S
After Hartford Apparel, it was another supplier who called with some sort of cancellation.“I deeply apologize, Mrs. Beckett, but we suddenly faced difficulties with the procurement of cotton drills.”“Our workers are going on strike. The union got involved and now no one is there to operate the machines.”Sophie hummed in acknowledgement. That was three, Sophie noted. With Hartford Apparel, she could dismiss it as unfortunate timing. She couldn’t really do that now that it happened the third time. In fact, even if this proved to be a considerable business problem, she couldn’t help but expect more of those calls to come.But she had no time to expect hypothetical problems, because she had a real one in front of her. She scrolled on her tablet, inspecting the list of possible manufacturers and suppliers. Lyla made one call to one, and Sophie made one to another.They all agreed initially. In fact, one of them eagerly offered to come to Meadow Lane instead of having Sophie coming to th
Sophie didn’t spend too much time at Palladio. Frankly she didn’t even need new furniture—what she currently had was enough. It was Edmund who insisted on having the entire place re-decorated, half feeling guilty for leaving it so bare.“But you said I can decorate it however I want. You never considered the possibility that I am content with leaving it just like that?” Sophie chuckled.“I know! And if you actually want to live in such a bare apartment, I should just accept your decision. But that was before I saw how excited you were for those vintage trinkets!”“I saw it, you, know. Even before you left for America. The clippings you made from Father’s architecture magazine, you only took the pastel furniture, and have always preferred the vintage looking ones. Now that I see you still yearn for similar things, you expect me to believe that you’re content with an empty house?”“It’s not empty. I have a bed.”“The basic one! You wouldn’t go to Something Borrowed’s website if you were
“We’re going to Palladio,” Edmund said, giving no place for Sophie to refute. “They can make those cute daybeds too, you know.”“It’s different, but I understand,” Sophie chuckled. “Let’s make them busy.”“Are you really okay, though? Your husband was there, buying furniture for another woman…”“Ed, I’m okay. The moment I first contacted you that day, I made up my mind.”“He could buy anyone anything and I wouldn’t bat an eye. In a week, we will have nothing to do with each other. Lawrence will make sure of that.”Edmund nodded, but it was clear that he was worried about something. “Do you need anything?”“Thank you, Ed,” Sophie smiled. “You sending Lawrence is the biggest help I can get right now.”“I still feel uneasy,” Edmund lightly shook his head. “The way your husband was acting, parading around with his mistress even after receiving the court notice. And based on what you told me, it seemed like he had no plan to change his mind about the DC transfer. With that audacity, I woul
Sophie shot a glance at Edmund, who shrugged and once again turned his attention to Adrian.“That is right. Sophie Langham is my sister,” he said, putting particular emphasis on the name “Langham.” “Seeing as you have other… engagement, Mr. Beckett, I think it’d be wise for us to leave.”“Let’s go, Ed,” Sophie said, already walking towards the door. Edmund hummed in acknowledgement, giving Adrian and Julia a brief nod, but not before slipping a few hundred-dollar bills into the tip jar.“I trust you will keep everything that happened here to yourselves,” he said to the two clerks.“Y-yes, Mr. Langham.”With that, Edmund gave one last po
“Are you sure you want to go here? We can always go to Palladio and get custom furniture, you know?”Edmund’s words brought Sophie back, and when she came to, she was at the last turn before Something Borrowed. It was a vintage thrift store for furniture. Sophie found it by chance when she first set up Meadow Lane.“Yes,” she said. “There’s a bed frame that caught my eye on their website. I just want to secure that.”“Can’t you just buy it from the site?”Sophie sighed. “If that were possible, don't you think I'd already have it?”“Ah,” Edmund nodded. “It is one of those experience stores.”“Exactly,” Sophie chuckled. “They accept shipping, but only after you see the real thing and feel the connection or whatever.”“Alright then,” Edmund said. The parking lot in front of the store was all occupied, and they saw no empty spot nearby.“Want to get off first?” Edmund offered. “It might take a while, and I might need to park somewhere far away.”“Sure,” Sophie said. Edmund pulled over, le
Edmund Langham had always been too kind for the world he was born into.As the future heir to the Langham empire, the elders deemed him too soft-hearted, and took his compassion as weakness. This world required vision, decisiveness, and when necessary, cruelty. Thus, despite his brilliance in nearly every other regard, the elders remained reluctant to appoint him. Unfortunately for them, there was no one more capable.Not until Sophie was born.At seven, Sophie outwitted an abusive nanny. She engineered a way for the adults to discover the nanny’s true nature, to expose her meticulously veiled oppression and manipulation. The elders praised her cleverness.At twelve, she led her middle school's student council, managing a secret investigation against a problematic teacher students and alumni had complained about for years. The elders praised her decisiveness.At sixteen, Britain's most prestigious academy offered her admission with a guaranteed Ivy League pathway. The elders praised
Adrian fulfilled his promise. Just as the clock struck midnight, Sophie could hear the beeping of their door system. She swiftly assumed her usual role. The wife, who was always ready to welcome her husband back.“Adrian, you’re too much,” Sophie said with a pout. “Not a word, not even a text. Do I
Their dinner ended on an unsatisfactory note.Adrian had to leave because of a work emergency. Sophie couldn’t even tell if it was real or not—if Adrian was just stealing fractions of time to be with Julia Hall.“I’ll make it up to you,” Adrian had said.But it had been two days, and Adrian was now
Nation’s ideal husband. That was what people called Adrian Beckett—a title Sophie had helped him earn. A self-made man, building his kingdom within just one generation. Beckett Holdings went public after only three years, and on the announcement livestream, Adrian had turned to Sophie and proposed
Three years. Turned out Sophie could only live as Mrs. Beckett for a mere three years. “How disappointing,” she said as she put down the photos in her hands. On the coffee table, there were even more photos of Adrian Beckett. Nation’s ideal husband, they said. Sophie snickered, her eyes scanned th







