LOGINAdrian was already on his feet before I could say anything else.“Pack your bag,” he said. “We’re going to the shop.”“Now?”“Yes. Someone just showed up asking if you’ve been sick. That’s maybe one of Damien’s men.”I grabbed my phone and jacket. My hands were not steady. In the car he called the person he was sending and told them to stay with the girl until we got there. Then he called Brenda and put the short version on speaker.“A man came to her shop after she left,” he said. “Asked about her work hours, if my people come around, and if she’s been sick a lot. Took photos of the front shop.”Brenda’s voice was sharp.“Did he leave a name?”“No.”“Any camera?”“We’ll check when we get there.”“Good. Don’t confront anyone yourselves if he comes back. Call the police if he returns and refuses to leave. And Sophia, this is important. Do not answer questions about your health to strangers. Not even ‘I’m fine.’”“I won’t,” I said.When we reached the shop, one of Adrian’s men was alrea
Adrian kept his hand near the intercom for a second after the front desk hung up.“He’s still there,” I said.“Yeah.”“What if he starts shouting?”“Then security deals with him. You’re not going down there.”I sat on the sofa and rubbed my hands on my knees. Knowing Damien was in the same building, even if it was only the lobby, made my stomach twist.Adrian sat next to me.“You alright?”“Not really.”“He doesn’t get up here. That’s what matters.”A few minutes later the intercom rang again.Adrian answered.“Mr. Vale, he’s asking to leave a message for Ms. Sophia. He says it’s important.”“No. If he has something to say, he sends it to her lawyer. That’s it.”“Understood.”The call ended.I leaned back.“He’s not going to just walk away.”“Maybe not. But he also doesn’t get what he wants because he showed up.”We waited. The apartment felt too quiet. I kept expecting another ring. When it came, the front desk sounded fed up.“Mr. Vale, security is with him now. He’s getting loud. D
I didn’t sleep much after Adrian told me about the email to his office.My client. His people. Same style of message. No name. Just enough mess to make strangers look twice.In the morning my stomach was already bad. I barely made it to the bathroom. After that I sat on the floor for a bit before I could stand.Adrian knocked.“You okay?”“Yeah. Just give me a second.”When I opened the door he frowned.“You look pale.”“I’m fine.”“You’re not. Please sit down.”I sat because I didn’t have the energy to argue.“This stress is not good for you,” he said. “Not with the pregnancy.”“So what do you want me to do? Pretend nobody is sending emails about me?”“No. I want you to stop carrying all of it at once. Let me handle more. You don’t need to jump at every message.”“It’s my life.”“I know. I’m not telling you to disappear from your life. I’m saying your body is already under pressure.”I rubbed my face.“I hate feeling useless.”“Resting is not useless. You’re pregnant.”He brought cra
I sat on the bed with the photo open on my phone.Me outside the clinic. Adrian at the door. Bella’s message under it.Tell Damien yourself, or I will and with pictures as well.I saved it. Then I sat there for a long time without moving.Adrian came into the room and found me like that.“What is it?”I showed him.He read it once.“She’s pushing again.”“Yes.”“What do you want to do?”“I don’t know yet.”I didn’t text Bella. Not then. Threatening her over a photo was one thing. I needed my head clear before I started that convo.We barely slept on it. In the morning the shop girl called before I finished getting dressed.“Can you come in quickly?”“Why?”“The corporate client emailed. They got an anonymous message saying the workshop is unstable, you’re caught in personal scandal, and the order might not deliver. They want answers today or they’ll pause everything.”My stomach dropped.“Don’t reply. I’m coming.”Adrian was already reaching for his keys.In the car I kept replaying i
I didn’t reply to Damien right away.I locked the shop door for lunch, sat in the back with the bag I had packed that morning, and read his messages again.We need to talk properly. Not in your shop. Not with Vale standing over you. If you’re carrying my child, I’m not going to find out from Bella’s gossip.I’m booking a doctor. You’re coming with me this week. If you refuse, I’ll assume you’re hiding something that belongs to me.My first instinct was fear. My second was anger.I typed slowly.We’re divorced. You have no right whatsoever to book anything for me. You don’t assume anything about my body. If you show up at my shop again with this, I’ll treat it as harassment.I stared at the screen for a second, then sent it.His reply came fast.If there’s a child, divorce doesn’t erase blood.There is no conversation without proof, and you have none. Stay away from me.I put the phone face down and pressed my fingers to my eyes until the shaking eased.Adrian called a few minutes late
I read the screenshot until my eyes hurt.If she’s pregnant, I want to know before Vale plays house with what’s mine. Find out.Under it, Bella wrote:He asked and I answered. Don’t say I didn’t warn you.I called Adrian.He picked up fast.“What happened?”“She sent a screenshot. Damien told her to find out if I’m pregnant. He said he doesn’t want you playing house with what’s his.”A short pause.“I’m coming.”“It’s late.”“I don’t care.”I sat on the bed with the phone against my ear and tried to breathe. A few minutes later he texted that he was outside. I went to the gate without waking the house.He read the message and shook his head.“She’s trying to scare you.”“Well whatever she’s doing, it’s working.”“I know, you’re already tensed up.”We stood by the car.“He doesn’t know,” Adrian said. “He’s guessing. If he had proof, he wouldn’t be telling her to dig.”“He still said what’s mine.”“That tells you who he is. Not what is true.”I crossed my arms.“I hate this.”“I know.”







