Lahat ng Kabanata ng Her Billionaire Ex-Husband's Regret: Kabanata 11 - Kabanata 20

CHAPTER 12SOPHIALucas had picked a quaint càfe nestled between two charming bookstores on a peaceful street. Inside,the gentle hum of soft jazz floated through the air,blending perfectly with the coffee cups and the occasional flips of book pages from the bookstore. It wasn't loud or crowded. It was intentional,calm and reflective. The kind of place that listened more than it spoke.I arrived at the cafe early just like my usual self–punctual, cautious and intentional. Subconsciously,my hand danced around the rim of the mug of coffee in my hands,my eyes flickering to the doors every few seconds.A few weeks ago,I was trying to put together a crumbling marriage and here I am sitting in a cafe to discuss how I'll build a foundation with a man I barely know.And yet,this felt not easy……but right.After five minutes,Lucas arrived in a grey sweater and dark jeans. He knew how to make his appearance blend in.“Hope I didn't keep you waiting for too long?” He said while sliding to the seat

Chapter 14SOPHIALucas’ office wasn't what I expected.It wasn't one with high rise and cold glass walls with silence echoing like Liam’s. No intimidating silence or people walking all over with suits. No black furniture. No pressing of buttons to summon the secretary. Instead,it was warm and inviting. It was peaceful and comfortable. It was a blend of modern and rustic with clay pots with flowers. Wooden bookshelf. Neutral background. Quiet jazz playing in the background.A space that felt peaceful.It was as if it was built with healing in mind.“This will be your space if you accept to lead this foundation.” Lucas said,pushing the door to reveal a smaller office.The walls were painted with a shade of nude. Sunlight filtered through the window. It has a chair,desk and a small frame hung on the wall with the inscription,“From Brokenness,we Build.”I turned to look at Lucas, letting the weight of the words I just read sink.”Do you think I can do this?”Lucas said,“ I don't offer le

CHAPTER 16LIAMThe white envelope sat on my desk like a ticking bomb.I had requested for another DNA to be carried out secretly. It was one that could not be influenced by Ava. One she couldn't touch. I hadn't told anyone about it.Just me,the truth and whatever God has left of me.I stared at the seal on the envelope.I already knew the results.Finally,I tore the paper.My eyes scanned through the paper quickly as I tried to read the medical jargon until they landed on the most important part of the paper – the only sentence that mattered.Probability of paternity:0.00%My heart was broken.I felt used.I held the paper until my knuckles turned white.The child was not mine.He was never mine.I didn't know how long I sat there.It could be two or twenty minutes.When I stood up, I felt something cold and heavy in my chest. It wasn't about Ava’s betrayal but the rage. Not the child. Not Ava. Not Sophia. But myself.I felt used. I felt weak. I let myself down and allowed myself to

SOPHIA I never thought I'd see my own name on a press invitation. But there it was–bold, elegant,printed across the top of the foundation’s media launch card:Sophia George: Founder, Survivor.The event was small by social standards. It just comprised of fifty guests,three journalists,no red carpet. But to me,it felt like the world.Because it wasn't just a charity event. This was the first time I did something myself..I didn't show up as someone’s wife or someone's shadow.I was me.The venue buzzed with quiet energy. Candles glowed on small tables. The interior decoration was minimalistic. White floral patterns filled the floor. The stage was modest. A single mic. A banner behind it and chairs for panelists to sitI wore a deep blue silk blouse with a black wide leg trouser. It was simple yet powerful.Lucas approached just before the event,dressed in a tux with clipboards in his hands.“You ready?” He asked.“I've never been this ready.” I said, smilingly.“Don't forget this isn't

CHAPTER 20SOPHIAI wasn't expecting any email.It came quite late,just when I was about to shut down my laptop for the night. It read:Feature Invitation: Global Woman Magazine. I blinked. Of course,I've heard of them. The leading global publication for empowering women,sharing stories of how they rose to the top,personal growth and high-profile interviews. I'd read the stories they shared about activists,CEOs,people who thrive in different walks of life and women who have been through fire and storm and came out glowing. But me? How could they have sent me a message? Could it be a mistake or a spam?I opened it. Dear Sophia George,We watched your foundation launch event and read your story. We believe your mission,your voice,your story and your vision needs a global platform and we are glad to offer that. We’ll love you in our “She” magazine coming out next month on resilience and bravery even after betrayal.The interview will be virtual with the time flexible. Full editorial