Semua Bab After Divorce, I became the CEO of my Ex-Husband's Company : Bab 121 - Bab 130

SophiaThe next day after the clinic was like being on the edge of a cliff.Alex was quiet. Still present, but at arm's length. His hands helped with the equipment, his voice came out when needed, but the warmth I'd depended on had gone away.Not vanished.But in suspension.Waiting for something, I didn't know.Maybe for the truth to catch up. Or maybe for something to burst wide open.We left the orchard just after sunrise. Lina was sleeping against my chest, no longer restless. The clinic had given us more than results, it had given us two days of peace.And I didn't know how hungry I was for quiet until it was time to leave it behind."Where now?" I asked.Alex did not look at me when he answered. "Julian says the eastern ridge has a blind spot in Nathan's surveillance net. If we camp there, we can see board activity in real time."I nodded. "Then we camp."The trail was steep. My legs ached before we'd even reached the halfway point, and my breathing was choppy than I'd have pref

Sophia pov The road to the North District was nearly empty. A trickle of lights passed like distant memories—quiet, flickering, unsure if they still belonged in the world we were trying to fix. Alex drove. One hand on the wheel, the other resting loosely near the gear shift, tapping like a metronome. I sat beside him, staring out the window, watching shadows dance behind the blur of trees and steel. We didn’t speak much. There was too much between us that hadn’t yet settled. Words still raw and tender. But there was something solid between us too—something that hadn’t shattered despite everything. The vault sat buried beneath an old postal annex, long decommissioned, its roof rusted and warped by time. Alex parked a block away. We went the rest on foot, slipping past broken fences and overgrown hedges. No security. No lights. No signs of life. Alex hesitated before we stepped inside, his fingers brushing the concealed gun at his side. I caught his eye, and he gave a subtle nod

Sophia’s POVThe dining room was suffocating. Crystal chandeliers cast a cold, glittering light over the long mahogany table, the same one where I’d endured countless silent meals as a child. The air smelled of roasted lamb and expensive wine, but beneath it all lingered something bitter—resentment, lies, and the unspoken war between us. Nathan sat directly across from me, his sharp jaw clenched, his fingers drumming impatiently against the tablecloth. His dark eyes flicked to mine, and for a second, I saw the same cold calculation that had haunted me since we divorced . Chloe, seated beside him, looked like the cat who got the cream, her lips curled in a smirk as she sipped her wine. My mother, ever the gracious host, gestured for the servers to begin plating the first course. “So,” she began, her voice too bright, “how have things been with the two of you?” I forced a smile, gripping my fork a little too tightly. “Busy, but good.” Alex’s hand found my knee under the tabl

Sophia’s POV The next morning, sunlight streamed through the curtains, casting a golden glow over the bedroom. But the warmth did nothing to ease the icy knot of dread in my stomach. I hadn’t slept. Every time I closed my eyes, Nathan’s words echoed in my mind—Is it mine?—followed by that chilling text. “See you in court, Sophia.” Alex stirred beside me, his arm tightening around my waist as he blinked awake. His dark eyes immediately found mine, concern flickering in them. “You’re still thinking about it,” he murmured, voice rough with sleep. I exhaled shakily. “How can I not?” He sat up, running a hand through his tousled hair before cupping my face. “Listen to me. He has nothing. No proof, no claim, no legal standing. This is just another one of his mind games.” I wanted to believe him but Nathan wasn’t the type to bluff. If he was threatening court, he had a plan. “He’s going to make this ugly,” I whispered. Alex’s jaw tightened. “Then we’ll be uglier.” Before

Sophia’s POVThe next morning arrived with a storm in its wake—figuratively and literally. Rain lashed against the windows of the penthouse, a dull gray mist casting a somber hue over the city. It mirrored my mood far too well.Alex had been up since dawn, pacing in his office, fielding calls from his legal team, PR experts, and Mark. I stood in the kitchen, staring into a cup of untouched coffee as Lina played quietly in the living room, her favorite sketchbook resting on her knees.But my mind was far from calm.Julian had promised to send over security footage—something he’d managed to obtain through one of his sources. Apparently, Nathan had been spotted meeting someone suspicious late last night. He hadn’t said who. Not yet.Just as I lifted the cup to my lips, Alex strode into the kitchen, his phone pressed to his ear. He gave me a tight nod before finishing the call and slipping the phone into his pocket.“Julian’s on his way over,” he said, brushing a hand over his jaw. “He sa