All Chapters of Billionaire ex-husband craves me back: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Sophia's POV It still feels like a movie, or a bad dream I would probably wake up from. The female officer was still saying some things, but I didn't catch a word from why she was saying. In this kind of situation, I know I have to stand for myself. No one really cares about me enough to stand up for me. At least, no one dared to. Angela still had her mouth agape, her eyes staring at me with all the pity in the world. But she couldn't stand up for me, not even if she want to. No one would take her words serious. For now, I only have myself to put things right.I turned to the two officers, my heart racing but I knew I had to stand strong. “I believe there's a misconception somewhere. I didn't steal anything.”Th officer gave me a cold look. It was the kind of look you give to the most heinous criminals. I wasn't a criminal, and never will I be one. Therefore, I'm not intimidated by his looks.“Miss Sophia, kindly follow us to the station. Your cooperation with us would be to your ow

Sophia's POV It's been hours since I'm confined to this little block. Everything still feels like one strange dream, only that it wasn't. The cops in their own witty way tried to make me confess, but what would I be confessing to? A crime I didn't commit. Quite gross.I relaxed back on the chair, knowing they had nothing on me, at least that was what I've gathered so far. I knew they were watching, watching my every move, from the surveillance camera in the right upper wing of the room. But that wouldn't make me fret. I'm confident I didn't commit any crime.When the door creaked open, I looked up to see the woman that came with the cops. Earlier today, she didn't look like a cop. I guess her bright round face didn't give much room to think of that.“Sophia Thompson,” she called, taking the seat opposite me. “I'm Anna Holland, the officer in charge of your case.”I regarded her briefly. She looked like someone in her mid-thirties. Her wavy blonde hair was packed backwards, forming so

Sophia's POV The relief that washed over me as we left the police station was almost overwhelming. The air outside felt fresh, clean. It was a stark contrast to the suffocating tension of the room we’d just escaped. I walked between my father and attorney Klaus, my legs still a little shaky from the ordeal. The weight of the accusations, the shock of Angela’s betrayal, the uncertainty of what lay ahead, it was all a lot to take in. It still feels creepy to know Angela would bail on me like that, and that makes one thing clear; she wasn't acting out of fear. No, her action speaks more volumes. I have a feeling her hands have been greased.As we reached the curb, Klaus gave me a small, reassuring nod. “Don’t worry, Sophia. We’ll sort this out. I’ll be in touch,” he said, his voice calm and professional. He was a stranger to me, but I was already incredibly grateful for his presence and his swift action. He turned and headed towards his own car, the sleek lines of it a stark contrast to

Sophia's POV After another stressful day at work, I was standing on the curb of Lance corporation, waiting for a taxi, when a car slid to a stop in front of me. I didn't pay any attention at first, thinking it was just a random person, but when I heard a familiar voice call my name, I had to take a proper look.Inside the car was Lucas, a small smile crossing his lips as he wind down the tinted glasses of the car. The shock that registered on my face must have been noticeable because his smile soon morphed into a frown. “Not happy to see me I guess?”I shook my head, now wearing a genuine smile. “No, that's not it. I'm just too surprised seeing you here.” I didn't see him at work today, that's why it's a big surprise seeing him parking in front of me in a totally different car.“Had to run some official errands,” he explained, then opened the passenger’s door. “Come on in.”As I got in, Lucas flashed me a quick smile, and I felt my stomach flutter.“I thought you were here to do som

Sophia's POVThe weekend comes rolling by quickly after another stressful week. I was already getting used to the stress, so it didn't weigh me down like when I just started the cleaning job.I sat just opposite my father, watching him drop the magazine he was holding, so he could engage me in a proper conversation. Today, the conversation with my father was quite different. Usually, our talks revolved around work, about the company, and sometimes, about the future. But this afternoon, it was about Lucas. His approval, his happiness for me, was a palpable thing. He spoke of Lucas with a warmth that surprised me, a genuine admiration that made my heart swell.“He’s a good man, Sophia,” my father said, his eyes alight with a pride I rarely saw. “You should probably get to know him. He’s got a good head on his shoulders, and a good heart too. I see the way he looks at you.”My father’s words, his obvious pleasure in my blossoming connection with Lucas, spurred me on. It was a feeling I h