THE WIFE HE BETRAYED, THE WOMAN HE FEARS의 모든 챕터: 챕터 141 - 챕터 150

Sofia’s POVThe moment I stepped into the boardroom, I felt it, it wasn’t obvious at first glance.Everyone was seated like they always were, dressed in their usual polished appearances, files neatly arranged before them, expressions carefully composed. Nothing seemed out of place, and yet, something about the atmosphere felt different.It was heavier, and colder. I walked toward my seat at the head of the table, my heels clicking softly against the marble floor, my posture straight and controlled. I didn’t let it show, but my senses were already on alert.Something was wrong!“Good morning,” I said calmly as I took my seat, placing my files neatly in front of me.A few of them responded, some nodded, and others simply avoided my gaze.That alone was enough to confirm my suspicion. I kept my expression neutral as my eyes moved across the room, observing each face carefully. I didn’t need anyone to tell me anything. I could already see it.The hesitation, the discomfort, and the quiet

Lucia's POV.The tension snapped, but before things could escalate further, a voice interrupted.“What seems to be the problem here?” The man asked and we both turned. The owner of the fashion house stood there, his expression calm but authoritative.“Good thing you are here.” I quickly walked up to the man. “I'm Lucia Eduardo, the mayor's daughter. I'm sure you know that already.” I said smiling and he nodded his head.“How may I help you, Miss Eduardo?” His voice was firm, so I frowned as I was expecting a bigger show of respect from him. “She’s trying to take a dress I selected.” I explained to him immediately.Sofia didn’t say anything, she simply watched him. The man looked between us briefly, then his gaze settled on Sofia. A small, respectful smile appeared on his face which made my blood boil. “Miss Estaban, it’s an honor to have you here.” he said with his head bowed slightly, and my expression changed instantly.I froze there in shock, and disbelief.“This dress will be

Sofia’s POVThe black stretch limousine came to a halt in front of the grand ballroom, its polished surface conflincted with the blinding flashes of cameras and the chaotic movement of reporters screaming for attention.Even from inside the car, I could hear the noise, loud, uncontrolled, and excited. Voices overlapping each other, calling my name like a chant that refused to die down.“Sofia Estaban!”“She’s here!”“Miss Estaban is here!”I sat back against the leather seat, my fingers clucthing down on the fabric of my dress as I inhaled slowly, trying to steady myself. Tonight was not just another event. It wasn’t just another appearance.This was a statement, a declaration, and I was fully aware that every single person out there was waiting to see what I would do next.“You look breathtaking,” Matteo’s voice came from beside me, calm and reassuring. I turned slightly to look at him, and for a brief moment, everything else faded.He looked, refined, sharp, composed in a way that c

Sofia’s POVThe moment the dress arrived, something felt off. I didn’t know how to explain it at first. Everything looked perfect. The packaging was luxurious, the branding intact, the delivery handled with utmost care just like I had instructed.But the minute my fingers brushed against the fabric, a strange uneasiness settled in my chest.I paused, and my brows furrowed slightly as I lifted the dress fully into view, letting the light from the chandelier fall over it. The sparkle was there, the design was flawless, the stitching looked neat, and yet something wasn’t right.I stepped closer to the mirror, holding the dress against my body as I studied it more carefully. My fingers moved slowly along the fabric, feeling every inch, every curve, and every detail.Then I stopped.“This…” I muttered under my breath.My eyes narrowed as I rubbed the material between my fingers.“Too light, and too cheap.” I exhaled slowly, placing the dress carefully on the mannequin before circling ar

Sofia’s POVThe night refused to end quietly, no matter how much I tried to calm my thoughts. Everything that had happened at the party replayed in my head in fragments, the confrontation, the tension, and the way Lucia had been dragged out while everyone watched. I should have felt nothing but satisfaction, and yet there was something else lingering beneath the surface, something heavier, something far more personal that had nothing to do with her.I sat in Matteo’s car with my fingers intertwined on my lap, my gaze fixed on the window as the city lights stretched into long, blurred lines. The silence between us wrapped around me, not uncomfortable, but far too aware. It carried everything we had both been avoiding, everything left unsaid, and I could feel it pressing against my chest the longer it stretched.“You’ve been quiet,” Matteo said finally, his voice low and steady, breaking through the silence without forcing it.I let out a slow breath and tilted my head slightly, sti