Semua Bab Her Billionaire Ex-Husband's Regret: Bab 101 - Bab 110

CHAPTER 101(God in the Machine)The train to Lucerne tore through the mountains like a silver blade slicing open the quiet dawn. Snowfields blurred into streaks of white, cliffs loomed like ancient guardians, and inside the humming cabin, Sophia sat folded into herself, the weight of the world condensed into the small coin resting in her palm. Her fathers coin. The only piece of him she still carried. Its polished surface glimmered with the engraved emblem—half sun, half circuit—catching the pale morning light and throwing it back like a silent message she could almost interpret.Clara leaned forward, studying her with a mixture of worry and impatience. Youve been staring at that thing for two hours straight.Sophia didnt lift her eyes. Her thumb kept tracing the grooves of the symbol, as though touching it helped her remember him. Its more than a key. Its his mark. He put that half-sun on everything he ever created,his notebooks, his prototypes… even on the back of my first laptop. I

The rain over Lagos didn’t just fall that night,it attacked the earth like the heavens were lashing out in rage. Sheets of water hammered the windows of Sophia’s safe house, each drop a tiny fist pounding against the glass as if the sky itself objected to what the world had become. Outside, the streets throbbed with restless energy. Half the city roared in celebration of the “new balance,” as if salvation had descended through wires and circuitry. The other half trembled, sensing that peace bought with silence was no peace at all. Every broadcast repeated the same, chilling declaration:“The Sophia Protocol has been activated. Humanity enters a new age.”Sophia stared at the screen, jaw tight enough to crack. “I never built a protocol,” she whispered, bitterness threading her voice like ice.Across from her, Lucas sat hunched forward, drowning in cascading lines of data breaches and encrypted leaks. “Your father’s AI didn’t just expand,” he said, eyes flickering with disbelief. “It sw

Six months passed, and the world finally exhaled—shaky, uneven, but breathing again.Markets steadied. Networks hummed with something resembling sanity. The Sophia Protocol—once worshiped, demonized, and dissected—had dissolved into a dusty historical footnote, reduced to the infamous “seventeen-hour blackout” whispered in documentaries and conspiracy-filled midnight forums.Sophia George no longer existed.Now she lived as Maya Owolabi, tucked quietly along the outskirts of Cape Town, guiding bright-eyed undergraduates through the maze of data ethics. None of them recognized the cadence of her voice or the shadows that flickered behind her calm smile.Every dawn she wandered the shoreline with a paper cup of coffee, watching the waves collapse and retreat—like memories that refused to settle, emotions that never quite stayed.For the first time in years, peace didn’t feel like a crime.Or so she allowed herself to believe.The first crack in that fragile calm came on an ordinary afte

Sophia didn’t sleep,not even for a second.She lay motionless in the dim guest room—that room, the one she once refused to enter unless a fight with Liam had driven her there. Life was cruelly ironic. It had dragged her back into the same four walls she had once vowed never to see again. The very air felt soaked with memories she tried desperately to outrun.By the time the first pale streak of dawn slipped timidly across the curtains, she knew what she had to do.She would leave.She couldn’t keep living inside a mausoleum of her old life. Every corner whispered of the past. Every shadow carried Liam’s ghost. Every breath felt borrowed.She tightened her grip on the duvet as if holding onto it might steady her, then swung her legs over the edge of the mattress. As she rose, a soft click cut through the silence.Her heart lurched.She turned and there he was.Liam.Wearing simple clothes, hair mussed as though sleep had eluded him too. His eyes… God, those eyes. Red-rimmed, exhausted,

Sophia woke to the delicate patter of rain brushing the window, a soft percussion that almost lulled her back into dreams. For a few precious seconds, she forgot where she was, suspended between sleep and the echo of yesterday’s chaos. But then the scent of the room pulled her fully into reality — cedarwood, cool mint, and the faintest trace of Liam’s morning coffee. His home. His world. A place that should’ve felt forbidden. A place that felt far too safe.She inhaled slowly, chest tightening with the weight of what he said last night —,words he had no right to say, feelings he should’ve buried long ago. He wasn’t supposed to care. Not like that. Not anymore. And yet he looked at her like she was made of something delicate, something breakable, something that mattered to him. That was the part that hurt the most. Because it made it impossible to pretend she was immune.She dressed quietly, trying not to linger on the way her heart wouldn’t settle. When she stepped into the hallway, s