Sophia’s POV
I couldn’t believe Aiden had actually done this. Staring at the divorce papers.
I kept thinking there had to be some mistake. When had it gotten this bad? Did Aiden truly hate me that much? Had he really just used me all along or was there something else I was missing?
My hands shook as I fumbled for my phone desperate to hear his voice to get some explanation to clear this nightmare.
I dialed his number with trembling fingers, pressing the phone to my ear so hard it hurt.
The automated message greeted me felt like another slap. “The number you have dialed is not reachable. Please try again later.”
I tried three more times each attempt was met with the same response.
He blocked me. My own husband had blocked my number.
I couldn’t believe this was really really happening. This couldn’t be my life. This couldn’t be the end of everything I believed in. The tears came again harder this time and I let them fall without trying to stop them. I cried until my chest ached, until my throat was raw.
There was nothing left inside me, but emptiness. Memories flooded back of how everything started. The first time I saw Aiden in his hospital bed, broken and vulnerable.
I thought about everything I’ve given up for him. My family respects. The Hale empire inheritance. My chance to be something more than just a girl running a small charity. I’d thrown it all away because I believed what we had was real love.
And now? Where was I supposed to start from? How do you rebuild your life when you’ve lost everything that mattered?
The next morning came too soon. I barely slept most of the night alternating between crying and staring at the ceiling. I couldn’t stay in Aiden‘s house. The humiliation of being here when he returned would be unbearable, he made it obvious he didn’t want me in his life anymore.
I packed my clothes into two large suitcases taking only what I brought into the marriage. Everything else, the jewelry he’d given me, the dresses, I left everything behind.
The drive to my parents’ house felt like traveling.
I pulled my car up to the front entrance and sat there for a moment, trying to gather the courage to face everything waiting for me. My hand gripped the steering wheel as I stared at the front door, remembering the last time I walked out of this house, the angry words I had thrown at my parents when they tried to talk me out of not parking out, the way I’d shown them I never needed them again.
Now here I was, with nowhere else to go.
I grabbed my suitcases from the trunk and walked slowly toward the front door before I could even knock on the door, It swung open.
Elena stood there, my younger sister, looking every inch of what I was not.
She looked at me, then at my suitcase and she laughed, actually laughed, and then rolled her eyes.
“What brings you here, Sophia? And with luggage? The last time you left this house, you swore you’d never come back, said you didn’t need us anymore, if I remember correctly.”
The humiliation hit me like a physical blow, but I tried to hold it back. “Please, Elena, I would like to be alone for a while. Can we not do this right now?”
“Oh, but I’m curious.” She continued, clearly enjoying every moment of discomfort. “Has your charity finally collapsed? Did you finally realize that playing do-good wasn’t going to make you rich and famous?”
I ignored her trying to step in but Elena wasn’t finished. She pushed me back and I staggered with my luggage nearly falling.
“Unfortunately, dear sister. You won’t be getting a chance to come crawling back home.” Her smile turned cruel. “Father and mother gave a very specific order about you after your dramatic exit. You’re not welcome here anymore.”
I felt like someone punched me in the stomach. “Please….”
“Sophia? Is that you?” Familiar voice cut through my words.
I turned to see both my parents approaching from inside the house. My father, looked exactly as always. And when he glared at me from head to toes, there was no flicker of pity.
“Sophia.” My mother says, her voice carefully controlled. “What are you doing here?”
The word stuck in my throat. How could I explain that my marriage had fallen apart? That the man I’d chosen over them had thrown me away like garbage?
“I…” I started, but the words stuck in my throat.
“You made your choice when you left this house, you told us you didn’t need our money, our connections, or our family. You said your charity work was more important than the legacy we built.” My father finally spoke his voice cold and dismissive voice
“I…know what I said… but….”
“But nothing!” He cut me off.
“You can’t just come running back when things don’t work out the way you plan.” My mother stepped closer and for a moment, I thought she might show some maternal compassion but instead her words cut deeper.
“You told us you didn’t need us, you made that very clear when you walked out that door.”
“Aren’t you even worried about why I’m back?” I asked desperately, “Aren’t you curious what happened?”
My mother's expression, soft, and she asked, “Why? What happened?”
But how could I tell them? They didn’t even know I’d married. I’ve been so angry when I left, so determined to prove I could build my own life without their help that I’ve never told them about Aiden. How could I explain that I was back because my secret husband had divorced me?
I stood there in silence, unable to form the words that would explain my situation without revealing how I’d completely failed. When I didn’t answer, my mother‘s brief moment of concern faded away.
“If you’re not going to tell us what’s wrong then there’s nothing we can do to help you.” She said They turned to Elena, “Come inside, dear. We have a board meeting to prepare for.”
Elena‘s smile, triumphant as she looked back at me. “You should probably head back to your charity, Sophia, even if our mother and father were inclined to forgive you…. I wouldn’t let that happen. I’m the CEO now and I’ve worked too hard to get here. I won’t let you snatch that from me.”
“The CEO?” The words slipped out before I could stop them.
“That’s right.” Elena said her voice full of pride and malice, “Someone had to step up and take responsibility for the family business when you decided to go play with the poor people and I’ve done a damn good job of it too.”
Sophia’s POV. It had been two weeks since my world fell apart, and everything seemed to be getting back to normal. I’ve settled into a routine wake up in the small room above the charity office, shower in the tiny bathroom downstairs, work all day, and try to convince myself that everything was okay, but deep down I knew nothing was normal.I was just pretending, putting on a brave face for everyone around me while slowly dying inside. The worst part was the night when I was alone, that’s when my resolve would crumble and I would find myself doing the one thing I promised myself I wouldn’t do. Searching for Aiden online. Every day brought new surprises, and none of them were good for my healing heart. Photos of him at business meetings, looking more confident and powerful than ever, articles about cross industries, latest acquisitions videos of him speaking at conferences, his voice strong and commanding, showing no signs of the broken man I once held through his nightmares. He wa
Sophia’s POV. After sitting on my parents’ front step for what felt like hours, I finally picked up my suitcases and walked back to my car. I had no idea where to go, but I couldn’t stay there any longer. The humiliation of being rejected by my own family was eating me alive. I drove aimlessly through the city until I found myself at Riverside Park, the same place where Aiden and I had walked during his recovery. Back then, those walks had felt like progress, like we were building something together. But now the memories just made everything worse. I sat on a bench overlooking the river and let myself cry until my chest ached. When the tears finally slowed, I pulled out my phone, with shaking hands, and dialed the only person I had left, my best friend, Beth. The phone rang once, twice, three times then straight to voicemail. “Hi, you’ve reached Beth, leave a message and I’ll get back to you.”I tried calling again still no answer. “Beth, please,” I whisper into the phone. “I n
Sophia’s POV I couldn’t believe Aiden had actually done this. Staring at the divorce papers. I kept thinking there had to be some mistake. When had it gotten this bad? Did Aiden truly hate me that much? Had he really just used me all along or was there something else I was missing?My hands shook as I fumbled for my phone desperate to hear his voice to get some explanation to clear this nightmare. I dialed his number with trembling fingers, pressing the phone to my ear so hard it hurt. The automated message greeted me felt like another slap. “The number you have dialed is not reachable. Please try again later.” I tried three more times each attempt was met with the same response. He blocked me. My own husband had blocked my number. I couldn’t believe this was really really happening. This couldn’t be my life. This couldn’t be the end of everything I believed in. The tears came again harder this time and I let them fall without trying to stop them. I cried until my chest ached,
Sophia’s POV I wasn’t in my right mind when I woke up the next day. Still feeling hollow and empty in my heart. I forced myself out of bed, dressed, and drove to my charity building, the one place I poured everything into, the organization I have built from nothing. My dream, my proof that I could accomplish something meaningful, even with Aiden‘s cruel words still echoing in my head I had to keep moving forward. His voice haunted relentlessly in my head. “Maybe because you came from no background, you might not know how exhausting it could be to work 24/7.” The way he looked at me like I was nothing; it burned through me again and again as I drove. I managed to get through the morning, though barely. I sat at my desk, staring at a grant application I wasn’t reading, my mind replaying every moment I had spent tending to him, the way he used to hold my hand, whispering that he couldn’t have survived without me, had that been real? Or had it all been a lie? Around noon, a knock br
Sophia’s POV I stared at the cold plate in front of me, the food I’d prepared hours ago now congealed and lifeless. Just like whatever we used to have.Six months to stay by his side when the world turned back on him. When Aiden couldn’t walk couldn’t do anything and I was there. I held his hands, nursed him, made him feel like a man, brought light to his life when the darkness surrounding him felt too heavy to bear alone. His so-called friends, his own family they found reasons to stay away from him, but not me, I stayed with him when the whole world turned their back. And now that he was walking again, that he had returned to being the powerful man he was, where did that leave me? I checked my phone at 3:17 AM the dinner had been ready since 6 PM. He used me. The thought cut deep because it was true, wasn’t it? When he was helpless, when he had no voice I mattered. Now that he could stand on his own 2 feet…… I pushed the plate and dragged myself upstairs. Sleep was the only es