All Chapters of How I Catfished my Husband and his Girlfriend: Chapter 201 - Chapter 210

The room didn’t just go quiet—it locked in.Sophia stood there, phone in her hand, but her focus wasn’t on the screen anymore.“It’s time to get my father involved.”No hesitation.No emotion.Just decision.Dominic felt it immediately.This wasn’t Sophia reacting.This was Sophia ending it.Patrick leaned forward, elbows on his knees, eyes sharp.“Then we stop playing small,” he said. “Because what she’s doing isn’t messy anymore—it’s dangerous.”Sophia nodded once.“I know.”Her phone buzzed again.She didn’t look at it.Didn’t flinch.Didn’t react.That alone said everything.“She crossed every line,” Sophia said, her voice calm—but colder now. “She showed up. She put her hands on me. She’s using access she shouldn’t have. And she’s not stopping.”Dominic swallowed hard.“Then we make her stop,” he said.Sophia turned to him.“This isn’t about forcing her,” she said. “This is about removing her ability to keep doing it.”That landed.Patrick nodded slowly.“That’s how you shut som

The calm inside the spa didn’t erase what was happening outside.It sharpened it.Sophia sat in the quiet room, robe wrapped around her, hands resting still in her lap.For the first time in hours—her breathing slowed.But her phone sat on the table beside her.Face down.Silent only because she made it that way.Not because it had stopped.Patrick stayed close—never hovering, just present.Watching the room.Watching the exits.Watching her.“You don’t have to stay long,” he said quietly.Sophia shook her head.“I’m not here to escape,” she replied. “I’m here to reset.”A few minutes passed.Soft music.Muted voices.Stillness.Then her phone lit up again.Even face down, the glow caught her attention.Sophia flipped it over.New messages.More aggressive now.More scattered.More desperate.“I see you.”“You think this is smart?”“You brought people into this—bad move.”“He’s not done with me.”Patrick leaned in slightly.“Don’t respond,” he said.“I’m not,” Sophia replied.She loc

The house felt quieter than it should have.Not peaceful.Watchful.Patrick was still there—leaned against the kitchen counter, going through notes on his phone, building the timeline.Dominic sat at the table, elbows down, staring at nothing for a second too long.Sophia moved through the kitchen, gathering what she could.Then stopped.“We’re missing half the stuff for the BBQ,” she said.Patrick looked up. “You want me to go?”Sophia shook her head immediately.“No,” she said. “You stay.”That wasn’t about groceries.That was about control.Dominic stood. “I’ll go—”“No,” Sophia cut in, calm but firm. “You stay too.”Both men looked at her.“I’m not hiding,” she said. “And I’m not stopping my life because of her.”Silence.Then Patrick nodded.“Alright,” he said. “But you keep your phone on.”“I will.”Sophia grabbed her keys.Checked her phone.Still messages from Kristi.Unread.Logged.Ignored.She stepped outside.Locked the door behind her.The drive was short.Too familiar.S

The house shifted from tense… to operational.Sophia cleared space on the kitchen table.Not clutter.Not chaos.Structure.“Everything goes here,” she said, setting her phone down in the center.Patrick pulled out his laptop.Dominic grabbed a chair and sat across from her.No one rushed.This wasn’t panic.This was precision.“Start from the beginning,” Patrick said. “First contact.”Sophia nodded.Opened her phone.Scrolled back.“Initial messages… then escalation,” she said, reading as she went.Dates.Times.Tone changes.Dominic listened quietly.Every now and then, he added something.“She called more after that,” he said.“That’s when it started getting frequent.”Sophia nodded.Added it.Patrick typed as they spoke.Building a timeline.Clean.Linear.Unarguable.“Next,” he said, “the first lie.”Sophia didn’t hesitate.“She claimed she was with Vincent,” she said. “When she wasn’t.”Dominic’s jaw tightened—but he didn’t interrupt.Patrick nodded.“Add that as false represent

The engines roared past the railing, kids laughing as they sped around the track.For a moment—everything felt normal.Sophia stood there, arms lightly crossed, watching.But something shifted.Subtle.A feeling she couldn’t ignore.Her smile faded just slightly.Not gone.Just… distracted.Patrick noticed immediately.“You okay?” he asked quietly.Sophia didn’t answer right away.Her eyes moved—slow, controlled—scanning the space around them.Crowds.Parents.Kids running past.Noise.Then—something didn’t fit.To her right.Near the edge of the viewing area.Someone standing still.Too still.A hoodie.Pulled up.Face partially hidden.Not watching the race.Watching them.Sophia’s eyes locked for just a second.Then she looked away.Quick.Casual.Like she hadn’t noticed.Her heart picked up—but her posture didn’t change.Patrick leaned slightly closer.“What is it?” he asked.Sophia kept her voice low.“Don’t look right away,” she said.That was enough.Patrick didn’t turn.Didn