บททั้งหมดของ Her Billionaire Ex-Husband's Regret: บทที่ 21 - บทที่ 30

SOPHIA The doorbell rang after noon.Clara wasn't expecting anyone so was I. Clara had left for the day and my schedule for the foundation is open,a silence I hadn't experienced in weeks.I wiped my hand with dish towel and headed to the door. I opened it.A woman stood there. In her mid thirties. She was on braids and had her hair packed in a low bun. Her eyes were clear but looked very tired. She wore a faded nurse scrub with Crocs. She held in her hand a manilla envelope like it held a confession.“Are you Sophia George?” she asked quietly.“Yes. How may I help you?” “My name is Ellen Israel. I worked with Ava at St Matthews hospital.”The name hit me like a spark of dry leaves.I stepped aside. “Come in.”She sat on the edge of the couch,posture tense,as if waiting for the moment I'll scream or tell her to leave. “I saw the Global Woman Magazine”,she started. “I knew I could no longer keep quiet.”I folded my hands. “And what do you want me to know?”Ellen breathed in heavily.”

Sophia sat in her office. The silence was deafening. Lucas had left. He officially resigned. His name has already been removed from the foundation website. Emails and messages poured in,curious, suspicious and inquisitive but her team strictly followed the rule.”Internal structuring. No further comments.”She had chosen peace. But peace came with strange things. Even in celebration,she still felt bruised left behind by lies and deception. Trust wasn't broken at once. It tore her in quiet, careful threads.Her phone beeped. It was a message from Clara. Clara: Are you okay? I'm downstairs. You can join me for lunch if you're in the mood.Sophia smiled faintly on seeing the message.Sophia: Come upstairs. I could use food and a real friend.A few minutes later,Clara walked into the office with two takeout bags containing snacks and fruit juice. “Today called for carbs so I came with a lot.”“You always know the right thing to do and I love you for that.” Sophia said while standing up fo

Sophia stood before the mirror in her office bathroom, adjusting her clothes, and also fixed her tiny grasp of a gold bracelet her father gave her years ago. It was delicate and precious. It had some words engraved on the inside.“Prepare for Fire.”She didn't understand those words then. Back then, she measured her worth by how much effort she put into keeping her home spotless and her heart quiet. She focused on being a good wife. Back then, when she couldn't stand up for herself. She shrank in arguments and smiled through disrespect.But now?She understood what her father had seen in her long before she did. She could now see what she failed to see then.“What's time?” Clara’s voice echoed through the room.“I'm coming.” She fixed her look one last time and left with the bag.She didn't wear armor today. No makeup. No designer.Just a simple corporate gown, a shoe, and her bag.Because this time she wasn't walking into drama or arguments. She was walking. into celebration.The new center t

Chapter 27Sophia didn't notice the change at first.After the global panel aired,praises tripled. Her inbox was filled with tons of messages including praise,invites,partnership requests and testimonials from different women across the globe. Everyone called her an icon. Light. A voice.Until,like smoke slipping under the door,the whisper crept in. One blog post.Ten.Hundred.It started with a headline.“The Billionaire's angel: Real survivor or Packaged Brand?”Then another:“Anonymous Source Claims Sophia's Fundation is a Fabricated Origin for Change.”Sophia's phone didn't stop buzzing. She sat in her office and kept in scrolling through different feeds of speculation. Posts claiming she was exaggerating her past and faking the pain. Post on a ‘staged separation’ in order to boost her fame and also make the foundation known. That the foundation’s origin story is dramatic. That her rise was too perfect to be real.She knew where it was coming from. Only one person could have pull

Sophia sat completely still, the dull glow of her laptop the only light in the shadowed room. On the screen, a Dropbox folder blinked back at her. Every file was carefully labeled, arranged with chilling precision.It felt like a trap someone had been setting for years.At the very top sat a single audio file.“Phone Call – Victoria Grant – March 10.”Her finger hovered for a moment above the play button.And then she clicked.At first, just static.Then Ava’s voice broke through, tense and frustrated.“You said it would be clean. That she’d just… disappear quietly.”Then, unmistakably, came a voice Sophia hadn’t heard in months.Victoria. Controlled. Cold.“Women like Sophia always walk away without a fight. They don’t have the fire for war.”“She’s still here. She’s pushing back. She’s not what you said.”“Then crush her. Use the kid. The marriage. You know what works. You want Liam, right? Make her seem like the issue. She’s already starting to question herself.”Sophia’s gut twist