Semua Bab My Ex-Husband is Out of Control: Bab 501 - Bab 510

Sophia’s POVThe moment we arrived at the cafe, tension filled the room, tangible and suffocating, as if it had a life of its own. Morgana opened the door, her face pale, her hands twisting nervously in front of her. “Thank you for coming,” she said quickly, stepping aside to let us in. The normally vibrant glow she’d been emitting lately had vanished, replaced with an anxious energy. “I’m so sorry for calling you like this, but I couldn’t reach Elijah, and Lila… she was asking for the two of you.”“It’s fine, Morgana,” I said gently, though my heart was already racing. “What happened? Are you okay? Is Lila okay?”Morgana swallowed hard, closing the door behind us. “She’s in my office resting, but… here.” She handed me a crumpled flyer, her hand shaking slightly. “This was left outside the cafe this morning. And it’s… it’s been passed around the neighborhood. Posted on walls. Stuffed into mailboxes. It’s everywhere.”I took the flyer from her, my stomach sinking further with every wo

Sophia’s POVAn hour had passed since the chaos in the restroom, and the cafe had settled back into its usual rhythm. The maintenance staff had scrubbed the mirror clean, the restroom remained closed off with a polite sign explaining renovations, and none of the patrons seemed to have noticed the earlier commotion. It was as if nothing had happened.But I knew better.I sat with Kayla and Lila in a cozy corner booth, surrounded by the chatter of diners that filled the air. However, our table felt like an island of unease amidst the calm.Lila stirred her drink absentmindedly, her gaze distant. “I just don’t get it,” she said, her voice heavy with frustration. “Who would want to do this to us? I don’t know of any enemies I might have.”Kayla leaned back, arms crossed, her sharp eyes scanning the room. “You’re a public figure, Lila,” she said pointedly. “It could be anyone. Jealous fans, internet trolls, someone trying to make a name for themselves by taking you down.”Lila sighed, her

Sophia’s POVI stood outside the modest two-story house, its neat garden lined with blooming flowers and a white picket fence. The afternoon sun was brightly shining, and yet I could not manage a relaxed and friendly smile. I was too much on edge. My hand hovered over the doorbell, unsure if I was truly ready for this. I hadn’t planned what to say, but something deeper than logic had pushed me to come here. Luana Miller held a thread of my past—one I desperately wanted to untangle.Finally, I pressed the doorbell. The chime echoed faintly from within, and my heart thumped hard as footsteps approached the door. It opened to reveal Luana, a warm smile spreading across her face.“Sabrina,” she greeted, her voice carrying a familiar softness that tugged at something deep inside me. “It’s so nice to see you.”I managed a smile, though my nerves made it shaky. “Hi, Luana. I hope I’m not intruding.”“Not at all,” she said, stepping aside to let me in. “Come on in, make yourself at home.”I

Sophia’s POV“Jared?” I called gently, kneeling to his level. “What’s going on, sweetheart?”He didn’t answer, but his defiance wavered for just a moment. Enough for me to know something had happened. Reese stepped forward, her expression serious. “Mommy, I saw what happened,” she said, her voice small but certain. “Jared was teasing Asha. Maybe he was trying to make her cry.”I turned back to Jared, who shifted on his feet, his defiance giving way to guilt. His eyes glistened with unshed tears, and he stared at the floor, silent.“Jared,” I said softly, my tone even and calm. “Is that true? Were you teasing Asha?”He hesitated, but after a moment, he shrugged, looking unsure and still not meeting my eyes.I reached out, placing a gentle hand on his shoulder. “Sweetheart, I think you just wanted to play with her, right? But Asha’s just a baby. Babies can’t always understand when someone’s playing. Sometimes, our words and actions might upset them, even if we don’t mean to.”His lip t

Sophia’s POV“You’re glowing,” Elijah teased as we headed back to the car, nudging me gently.I laughed. “Can you blame me? This was amazing. I’m so touched you did this for me.”He grinned, but then a playful glint entered his eye. “Well, I’m not done yet.”My eyebrows shot up. “What do you mean you’re not done?”“One more stop before we head home,” he said, leading me to the car.I climbed into the passenger seat, grinning as anticipation bubbled up. “You’re really pulling out all the stops today, aren’t you?”He chuckled as he started the engine. “Let’s just say I’ve had this planned for a while.”As we drove, I watched the familiar streets roll by, my curiosity growing with every turn. Suddenly, recognition hit me like a wave. The road. The trees. The white picket fence up ahead. I burst out laughing.“You’re taking me to my parents and grandparents?” I asked, unable to hide my excitement.Elijah glanced at me with a knowing smile. “Of course. We haven’t visited the Bakers in a wh