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Chapter 1

I walked into the law office with my divorce papers clutched in my hand. Four years. Four years as Sophia Moretti, wife of James Moretti, heir to the most powerful mafia family in the city.Today, it ended.The lawyer didn’t even look up when I walked in."I’d like to file for divorce," I said, placing the papers on his desk.He finally glanced at me—messy ponytail, faded jeans, my backpack still slung over one shoulder. His expression turned stern. "Young lady, divorce isn’t something you file on a whim."I understood why he didn’t take me seriously. I looked like a college student who had wandered into the wrong office, not someone who had been married for four years.But I was prepared."Just stamp the papers," I said calmly. "I’ll get my husband’s signature."The Moretti estate was too quiet when I returned. The guards at the gate didn't even blink as I passed—just another invisible fixture in James' world.I headed straight for James' study. The door was slightly open, and I could

Chapter 2

Vicky claimed her penthouse needed renovations after her return. That’s how she ended up in our guest suite—temporarily, of course.James approved it before I could object. "The Rossis have been business partners for for decades," he said, as if that explained everything.Now she floated through our home like she owned it—lounging by the pool in designer bikinis, hosting her parties in our wine cellar, always finding reasons to interrupt when James and I were alone.Tonight, I caught them in the study, heads bent over some legal documents. Vicky’s long finger traced a line on the paper, lingering too close to James’ hand."Sophia!" She smiled when she noticed me. "We're planning my new home theater. You should join us.""I have lab reports to grade," I said, clutching my nightgown. We're divorced now. Whatever James does. Whoever he's with. It's none of my business.Vicky's laugh tinkled like broken glass. "Always buried in your books! James used to do my math homework when we were kid

Chapter 3

The research fellowship in Switzerland would last for four years. The director had emailed twice already, eager for me to start by fall. Four years abroad. Far from James. Far from Vicky. I sent "Accept" before I could overthink it.Last night played on repeat in my mind. I'd actually considered—just one last time—initiating something with James. A final memory to take with me. But he'd spent the evening with Vicky, probably whispering sweet nothings under the moon.That's the difference between love and...whatever this is.What I couldn't understand was how a man could feign desire so convincingly for someone he didn't love. To prevent a repeat of last night's humiliation, I decided to clear out my things today. Three weeks until the divorce was finalized. Three weeks of avoiding this house.Most of my life was already at campus housing—just one suitcase of clothes here. The only personal item was the photo album in the nightstand.I flipped through the thick leather cover. Every mont

Chapter 4

For forty-eight hours, I'd been drafting and deleting emails to the research institute. How do I tell the director I accidentally pregnant by my soon-to-be-ex husband? My fingers hovered over the keyboard when my phone buzzed. Michael: Boss wants to see you at the gates.Since when did James send his right-man as a messenger boy? I spotted James leaning casually against his Mercedes, the morning sunlight softening his sharp features in a way that made my breath catch for a moment. The way the light traced his jawline, the slight crinkle at the corners of his eyes as he noticed my approach - it was unfair how my pulse still quickened at the sight of him after everything.I quickly looked away, fingers fumbling with my backpack strap as if it demanded all my attention. Four years of marriage, and my traitorous body still reacted to him like we were newlyweds. The heat that rose to my cheeks, the way my skin remembered his touch - biological betrayals I refused to acknowledge. Old hab

Chapter 5

I stared at the sent email—the one confessing my pregnancy to the Swiss institute. Now, there was nothing to do but wait. I placed my hand on my stomach almost unconsciously, as if to reassure us both.The director replied within hours: "Congratulations on this new chapter! We've prepared family housing just steps from the lab, and Dr. Laurent's wife, our chief obstetrician, has personally reserved all your prenatal appointments. Most importantly—we're dispatching a team member to escort you from the airport door to your new home. No luggage handling, no queues, no stress whatsoever!"I stared at the screen. No hesitation. No judgment. Just support. Something tightened in my chest—maybe the first real hope I'd felt since seeing those two pink lines. "Thank you," I typed back, "for valuing me beyond my current circumstances."On the day of my departure, I stood nervously at the arrivals gate, scanning the crowd for my institute contact. A voice called out - "Sophia?"I turned to see

Chapter 6

The Mercedes swerved violently as James barely avoided colliding with a motorcycle. The rider's furious shout pierced through the closed windows, but James didn't even flinch. His knuckles whitened on the steering wheel, the leather creaking under his grip. "James!" Vicky's manicured hand flew to her chest, her diamond bracelet clinking against the dashboard. "What's wrong with you these days? You forgot about our movie plans, and now you're trying to kill us both?" He didn't look at her. "I'm tired. Ask your girlfriends to go with you." The words came out flat, automatic. His mind was elsewhere—specifically, on the last text Sophia had sent him nearly a month ago. A simple "Lab running late, don't wait up." Nothing since. No calls. No messages.Vicky huffed, reapplying her lipstick in the vanity mirror. "You've been like this since Sophia left for her precious lab. Honestly, she's probably just sulking because you've been spending time with me." James' jaw tightened. That didn

Chapter 7

James Moretti's fingers trembled as they traced the embossed seal on the divorce papers.Vicky's hand landed on his shoulder. "James, it's just some college girl's tantrum. She'll come crawling—" "I have a wife." the words tore from his throat like gunfire. He shoved her away, the movement sending a crystal vase shattering to the floor. Glass shards skittered across marble like the broken pieces of his marriage. The air slapped his face as he burst outside. His Mercedes roared to life, the steering wheel vibrating under his white-knuckled grip. The university gates loomed before him. James stalked past clusters of laughing students, their backpacks heavy with textbooks and futures. He realized with a sickening lurch that he didn't know which room was Sophia's lab. Didn't know her advisor's name. Had never once asked about her research. "Biology lab?" The security guard eyed his rumpled suit with disdain. "All grad students cleared out last week." A beat. "Family would've known

Chapter 8

James Moretti's entire body locked up at the student's words."Lost the baby?" The words tasted like broken glass in his mouth.The blue-haired undergrad glared, her grip tightening on her textbooks. "Some bastard got her pregnant and vanished. Didn't even show up when she collapsed." Each syllable landed like a gunshot in the quiet quad.Sophia had been carrying his child.His mind flashed to the hospital - Sophia's pale face in the elevator, the crumpled paper in her fist. And him? Escorting Vicky to her prenatal appointment like a fucking gentleman."Where is she now?" The words scraped his throat raw.The student's lips thinned. "Gone. Left for Switzerland last week."Switzerland.The application forms he'd mocked. The snow he'd claimed she'd hate. Every dismissive comment now a knife twisting in his gut.Midnight found James in his penthouse office, shredding through red tape with a series of violent phone calls. By 3 AM, he had the institute director on a private jet headed to hi

Chapter 9

The avalanche had turned the pass into a graveyard of snow and twisted metal. James worked alongside the professionals, his hands blistering inside his gloves as he hacked at the ice. His world narrowed to the rhythm of the axe—lift, strike, dig—each motion a penance.Memories ambushed him between swings: Sophia’s laughter muffled by snowfall during their Vermont trip, the way she’d once traced equations onto his palm to explain her research, her silent tears in the hospital when he’d been with Vicky.A rescuer shouted at him in German, pointing to his bloodied gloves. James ignored him. The pain was nothing compared to the vise around his lungs, the terror that he’d buried her long before this mountain did.Dusk bled into night. James’ vision swam with exhaustion, his fingers numb beneath the bandages a medic had forced onto him. He barely registered the commotion nearby until a voice sliced through his delirium:"Sort casualties by severity—Redirect stage 3 hypothermia to Zone B!"So

Chapter 10

The words James Moretti had rehearsed during the frantic helicopter ride, the desperate digging, the agonizing wait, dissolved like snowflakes on hot skin. Standing before Sophia in the chaotic aftermath of the avalanche, the only thing that emerged was a raw, ragged apology."Sophia," he began, his voice scraped thin by cold and exhaustion. "What you went through... I know. The pregnancy... I know.""Enough!"Sophia cut him off, her voice sharp as glacial ice. A brittle, mocking smile touched her lips. "Did you fly halfway across the world, Mr. Moretti, just to mock how stupid I used to be?" Her words, honed by months of solitary resolve and pain, sliced into him with surgical precision.He flinched, the accusation striking bone. "No! God, no. I... I know how much I hurt you. I was wrong. So wrong." His gaze, bloodshot from thirty hours without sleep, pleaded with her. "Sophia, please. Don't let this divorce be final. Come back."A heavy silence descended, broken only by the distant

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