All Chapters of THE WIFE HE BETRAYED, THE WOMAN HE FEARS: Chapter 181 - Chapter 190

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The vote

Sofia's POVThe next afternoon, my eyes scanned the power room where every decision was always finalised.The conference room was too quiet. Eleven people sat around the table. They were here to decide if I stayed as CEO. I sat at the head of the table with my hands on the armrests and my back straight. Matteo sat next to me. He was not touching me because he did not need to, but I could feel how angry he was. His jaw was tight, and his eyes moved from one board member to the next. He was here for me!“Thank you for coming on short notice,” Mr. Smith said. His voice was weak, and his hands were shaking. “Mr. Ignacio Estaban called this emergency meeting. He wants a vote of no confidence against Miss Estaban based on new information about money problems.” He almost whispered the last part as he kept his eyes on the floor. Ignacio!He sat three seats away from me. He was smiling, with his suit perfect and a calm expression.He looked like he was doing the right thing, but I knew he

Sofia’s Fury

Sofia's POVMatteo took my arm and led me to the car. His hand was tight around me, like he thought I would fall if he let go. “I’m driving you home,” he said, and his voice was hard. “No,” I said. The word came out before I thought about it. He stopped walking and looked at me.“Sofia, you are not okay to drive. Let me take you.” He shook his head. “I said no, Matteo. I need to go by myself.” I pulled my arm from his hand, and I did not look at him.He was quiet for a second, and I could see he wanted to fight me on it. His jaw moved, and his hands made fists, but then he breathed out slow. “Fine,” he said, but the word sounded angry. “But I’m following you. Do not try to lose me.” He insisted. I did not answer him. I got in the car, and my hands were shaking on the wheel. He got in his car behind me, and I could see him in the mirror. I drove home in silence. The city went past the window, but I did not see it. My ears were ringing with Mr. Smith’s voice says six to five. Si

Matteo’s Comfort

Matteo's POVCamila’s voice on the phone was broken, and I knew before she said the words. “Matteo, come now. It’s Sofia, the study, please.” Her voice echoed in my ears. I did not ask questions. I grabbed my keys and ran out, and I drove like the road was on fire. The house was too quiet when I got there, and Camila was at the door with her hands shaking and her eyes red. “She’s in there, Matteo. I can’t stop her. She won’t listen to me,” she said, and her voice cracked. I went past her without a word, and I took the hall fast. The door to Mr Estaban's study was open, and the smell of blood and broken wood hit me first. Then I saw her…Sofia was in the middle of the room, sitting on the floor with her knees up, and everything around her was destroyed. Books were torn, and glass was everywhere, and the desk was on its side with the wood split. And her hands were bleeding with blood on her fingers and on her dress, and she was not moving. She was just staring at nothing, and her

Wining Sofia

Lucia's POVI sat in Ignacio’s room with the lights off, and the screen was the only thing bright in front of me. Six little squares on the monitor, and each one showed a room in Sofia’s house. Cameras in every room. Kitchen, hall, living room, bedroom, office, and Mr Carlos’s study. Ignacio was smart to put them in. He said it was to keep watch on Sofia and I did not ask questions. Now I was glad he did, because I could see everything. I clicked on the study camera and leaned close, and my smile got big when I saw the mess. Broken wood on the floor, and glass everywhere, and papers like snow, and in the middle of it all was Sofia. She was on the floor with Matteo, her face was a mess of tears and blood, and she looked broken. Finally!“Thank you, Ignacio. Thank you for finally doing what I could not do for years.” I said to the screen, and my voice was soft but happy.I have been trying to take Sofia down since she was married to Santoro, and she always won. She always had Santo

The Illusion of Victory

Sofia's POVThe next day, my head was heavy, and my hands still hurt, but I got out of bed. Matteo was in the living room, and he looked up when I walked in, and his eyes went to my hands. “You don’t have to go anywhere today,” he said, and his voice was soft. “I have to eat, and I am not hiding in this house, Matteo.” I said, and I tried to smile but it did not work. He did not fight me on it, and we went to the restaurant by the water, the one with the quiet tables and the view. We sat down, and I ordered tea because my stomach was still tight, and Matteo ordered for both of us, and for a few minutes it was just normal. Then the door opened, and the air in the room changed. Lucia. She walked in with her head high, her dress was red, her smile was wide, and she looked around like she owned the place. She saw us, and the smile on her face totally wiped out, then a bigger smile appeared.Perfect!She walked to our table, with her heels hitting the floor loud, and every person i

Getting the lawyer

Ignacio's POVThe lawyer’s office was on the twenty-second floor, with glass walls and a view of the city. I liked it, power looked good from up here. I walked in without knocking, because men like me do not knock. Mr. Marcelo looked up from his desk, and his face went pale for a second before he fixed it. “Mr. Ignacio, I did not expect you today.” he said, standing up fast.“No, you did not, but we have something to talk about.” I said, walking to the chair in front of his desk, but did not sit.“Is this about the board meeting yesterday? I heard about the vote.” He stayed standing, with his hands on the desk.“It is about my brother’s will, Carlos’s will.” I said, keeping my voice calm.His eyes moved, and he sat down slow. “The will was filed over a year ago. Sofia is the executor, the company goes to her. Everything was legal.” He explained.“It was not legal if he was not in his right mind,” I said, putting my hands on the desk and leaning toward him. “Mr. Estaban was sick,

The Evacuation

Sofia's POVThe following morning, I woke up to the banging on my room door, and my eyes jolted open to loud voices, things being moved, and my mother’s sharp voice.“Mom?” I called, pushing the blankets off, and she burst into my room before I could stand. Her face was white, and her hands shook. “Sofia, we have to go, we have an hour.” she gasped, grabbing my arm.“Go where? What happened?” I asked, confused.“Evacuation notice, they say we have to leave the mansion today. Now!” she said, and her voice broke.“What? That is impossible. This is our house, dad’s house.” I stared at her. “I know, come downstairs. Your uncle is here.” she whispered with tears in her eyes.My stomach dropped as I heard that, something must be going on for my mother to be shaken to this extent. And it just better not be what I'm thinking. I threw on a robe and followed her, my bare feet cold on the marble. The downstairs was chaos. Two men in suits stood by the front door holding papers. Boxes were al

The Villa

Sofia's POVThe rest of the day went by very fast. I have done nothing but pace around thinking of a solution to this unforseen mess.Julian was on his phone screaming at some judge who stopped taking his calls, and Mom was upstairs throwing clothes into boxes with her hands shaking so bad she kept dropping them. Ignacio’s men were already by the gate, and they checked their watches like we were on a timer, and maybe we were. “Miss Estaban, You need to leave now.” One of my uncle's men demanded as he stepped into the sitting room."We are not leaving, and that bastard can send the whole police force if he wants." I countered with my voice hoarse from yelling all day. "Sophia, they’re filing trespassing charges if we’re still here by eight." Julian's face descened in defeat. He threw his phone on the marble floor with a crack, and crashed into the couch."Then let them file it, and let them try to drag me out." I shot back, and I kicked one of the boxes Ignacio’s men left by the sta

Stranger at the Gate

Sofia’s POVThe night air around Matteo’s villa felt heavier than before, thick with tension and unfinished war. The fountain behind us continued to pour water in soft streams, but no sound in that courtyard could soften what stood in front of me.Santoro looked ruined. There had been a time when he dressed like a man who owned the world. Tailored suits, polished shoes, expensive watches, arrogance stitched into every movement. Now his jacket was wrinkled, his shirt hung loose on a thinner body, and his beard had grown unevenly across his jaw. His eyes looked sunken, haunted by hunger and regret. He no longer looked like the man who betrayed me. He looked like what betrayal had made of him.Matteo stood close enough beside me that I could feel the heat of his anger without him saying a word. Julian was no better. His fists were clenched so tightly that the veins in his neck stood out.My mother remained near the villa entrance, one hand over her chest, clearly overwhelmed by everyth

The Fall of a Betrayer

Sofia’s POVThe following week, Estaban Global Conglomerate looked less like a corporate headquarters and more like the stage of a political coronation.From the moment our car turned into the private entrance, I could already see flashing cameras reflecting off the glass exterior of the building. Satellite vans lined the front driveway. Security barriers had been placed around the main steps, but they did little to contain the frenzy gathering outside. Reporters crowded behind the ropes, calling names, thrusting microphones toward anyone who looked important enough to matter.Employees stood in clusters near the entrance, whispering openly. Executives moved through the lobby with rehearsed smiles. Investors in tailored suits spoke in low voices while pretending not to be nervous. Everyone knew they were about to witness something historic. They just did not know which kind.Inside the grand conference hall, every seat was occupied. The room had been transformed into a polished the

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