Semua Bab It's Pay Back Time, My Ex-Husband!: Bab 1 - Bab 10

“I’ll handle it, I promise. Just give me some time,” Julian continued, his voice steady but Sophia can sense like there's something wrong going on. Sophia felt her stomach drop as realization hit her. Something was terribly wrong. She pressed her back against the railing, her breath hitching in her throat. This wasn’t just about the pregnancy; there was a secret lurking in their marriage, one that threatened to shatter the fragile hope she had tried to build tonight. Tears blurred her vision as she turned away from the balcony. Fear and anger swirling inside her. She felt betrayed.She couldn’t let this go unaddressed. Taking a deep breath, she steeled herself for the confrontation that was sure to come. But for now, she felt lost, standing there alone.Sophia slipped back inside. The table was still beautifully set, the food still warm, but the warmth of the moment had long since faded. She caught Julian’s eye as he hung up the phone, his expression was unreadable. “Julian,” she

Sophia sat on the edge of her bed, the weight of Julian’s betrayal still heavy on her chest. She glanced at her phone, scrolling through her contacts as the silence of the house enveloped her. It was like a suffocating blanket, and she felt desperate for some air, some connection. But how could she call anyone? Who would understand? Who wouldn’t judge her for the mess her life had become?With a deep breath, she finally hit “call” on her best friend, Jamella. The phone rang, while her eyes began watering. After what felt like an eternity, Jamella picked up.“Hey, Sophia! It’s so good to hear from you!” Jamella's voice was bright and cheerful, and she thinks that her friend doesn't have any idea about what she's going through right now.“Hey, Jamella.." Sophia replied, forcing a smile into her voice. “Can we talk?”“Of course! What’s going on?” There was a sudden shift in Jamella’s tone, her concerns are now evident through the phone. Sophia took a shaky breath.“It’s... it’s Julian.

Sophia stood in front of the mirror, taking a deep breath as she adjusted the neckline of her dress. She had chosen the red one, the one that hugged her curves just right, hoping it would remind Julian of the passionate nights they used to share. This was her chance to reignite the connection they once had, to show him that she was still the woman he fell in love with. “Tonight is going to be different,” she whispered to herself, forcing a smile. As she walked into the living room, she found Julian sprawled on the couch, his eyes glued to his phone. The glow of the screen cast a harsh light on his face, and for a moment, she hesitated. He seemed so distant, so preoccupied. “Julian,” she called softly, trying to keep her tone light. He barely looked up. “What?” “I thought we could have a special dinner tonight,” she suggested, hoping to catch his interest. “Just the two of us.” “Not really in the mood,” he muttered, scrolling through his messages. Sophia felt a pang of disap

The next day, Sophia who's trying to make her day a little bit far from stress froze as the front door creaked open. She recognized the low murmur of Julian’s voice, and for a brief moment, her heart fluttered with hope, only for it to plummet as another voice followed—a soft, flirtatious laugh that belonged unmistakably to Vanessa. There they were, standing in her home, laughing together as if they didn’t have a care in the world. Julian held Vanessa’s hand, his eyes alight with the same warmth that Sophia hadn’t seen in months. Her stomach twisted in knots, but she forced herself to stand taller, refusing to let the anger and hurt show. They barely noticed her, too engrossed in each other, until she cleared her throat. Julian’s eyes finally landed on her, but instead of the shame or guilt she’d expected, there was only annoyance. “Sophia, why are you standing there?” he snapped, his tone is sharp. “I could ask the same of you,” she replied, voice barely concealing the contempt s

Sophia’s entire body felt both numb and heavy as she lay in her hospital bed. The exhaustion was overwhelming, yet the feeling of fulfillment glowed within her as she gazed down at the little face cradled in her arms. Her newborn was beautiful, with soft, chubby cheeks and dark eyes that blinked up at her, unaware of all the bullshits that her father did to his Mom. The room was quiet, save for the gentle breathing of her baby and the soft whispers of her friend, Jamella, and the man standing nearby—the man she now knew as her real father. Jamella leaned in. “Sophia… he looks just like you.” She gently brushed her fingers over the baby’s tiny hand, which instinctively curled around her finger. "He’s perfect." Sophia managed a tired smile, her gaze fixed on her son. “He’s the only thing that makes sense right now.” Jamella nodded, as she noticed Sophia glancing toward the doorway, as if expecting someone to appear. But the minutes ticked by, and still, the door remained clos