Se connecterSophie made dozens of calls this week alone. Once only looking within New York, she began increasing her scope to other states as well. Lyla and the other employees were busy packing and sending compensation. Before they realized, it was lunch.Gregory held his promise. Just before the clock struck twelve, his e-mail arrived on Sophie’s inbox. She skim-read through a few, and when she found things to be satisfactory, she forwarded it to Lawrence.Her mood suddenly improved—Gregory had gone above and beyond. He had claimed to not know the content of Adrian’s meeting to sabotage her, but it was there regardless. Lawrence swiftly texted back with the suggestion of registering Adrian’s business disruption attempt as another lawsuit. That way they had records of it to further support the divorce.Sophie decided to follow Lawrence’s advice.Now that the divorce was handled, she still had another problem—even after expanding her search, no manufacturer was willing. Not because they deemed So
The truck accident made the news, and Meadow Lane found themselves in the headlines. Sophie had contacted a news agency to show that it was, indeed, an unfortunate accident. She also contacted all the customers, ignoring the fact that it was outside business hours, informing them that Meadow Lane would take full responsibility. Lyla made a swift announcement on their website and social media page, and at Sophie’s directions, also sourced some products and souvenirs as compensation while they waited for a new production. Along with that, she had her team prepare the option of refund for those who didn’t want to wait.The customers, who were initially disappointed at the news, gradually calmed down after they saw Meadow Lane’s attempt at mitigations. Some were still spouting understandable complaints, but the reaction overall remained positive.When Sophie walked into her office at six o’clock on the next day, her phone chimed with a call from Gregory.“I’ve failed you, Mrs. Beckett. I
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
Sophie blinked. “You’re the driver?”Oliver nodded, tipping his non-existent hat. “At your service, ma’am.”
Sophie had expected this. This was Beckett Holdings headquarter. Of course her crossing path with Julia Hall was inevitable. She had assumed that they would meet in the hallway, or somewhere in the office building. Yet somehow, meeting Julia in front of the private office with a special access ma
Silence stretched. Sophie waited, and waited, and waited, but Adrian remained. The shock was too great. He thought he had the perfect defense. He had never expected Sophie to hold the most damning information of all.&l
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







