All Chapters of How I Catfished my Husband and his Girlfriend: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Sophia stepped inside the estate and felt the weight of the house settle around her. The marble floors, the polished wood, the faint scent of expensive cologne lingering in the air—it was all hers and yet none of it truly mattered tonight.Patrick followed closely, keeping a steady hand near her shoulder, though he didn’t touch her. Angelo parked the SUV and remained at the door, eyes scanning, alert as always.Her father was back in his study, reviewing documents, but he looked up when she entered. His gaze softened slightly—not indulgent, not approving, just measured.“You’re safe,” he said simply.“Yes,” she replied, voice firm. “Thanks to you and Patrick and Angelo.”He nodded. “You handled yourself well. Not just last night, but everything. You didn’t let fear dictate your choices. That’s rare.”Sophia sank into a chair near the window, letting the tension in her shoulders slowly loosen. “I didn’t expect… I didn’t think someone I trusted could cross a line like that.”“People mak

The black sedan rolled slowly down the long road away from the estate. John kept both hands tight on the steering wheel, his jaw still aching where Sophia had hit him the night before.He replayed the scene in the house over and over in his head.There wasn’t.Her words echoed louder than anything else.John laughed bitterly to himself.“You don’t get to just throw me away like that, Soph,” he muttered.A few miles down the road he pulled into a small gas station off the highway. The place was quiet, barely anyone around at that hour. He parked in the far corner and shut the engine off.For a moment he just sat there staring at his phone.Then he scrolled through his contacts until he stopped on a name.MarcusJohn pressed call.It rang twice before the man answered.“You finally decide to show your face again?” Marcus said.John leaned back in the seat. “I need a favor.”Marcus chuckled. “That usually means trouble.”“You remember Sophia?”There was a short pause.“The rich girl with

Sophia froze when she heard the shift in Dominic’s voice.It wasn’t fear.It wasn’t even surprise.It was something colder.“Dominic…” she said carefully. “You don’t understand. John isn’t thinking straight right now. He’s angry and—”“And obsessed,” Dominic finished.Sophia stopped pacing.“How did you know that?”Dominic exhaled slowly on the other end of the phone.“Sophia… men like John don’t just snap overnight. He’s probably been watching you for years.”Her stomach twisted.Patrick and Angelo were watching her closely now, trying to read the conversation through her expression.Sophia lowered her voice. “He told me he loved me.”Dominic was quiet for a moment.Then he said calmly, “Yeah. I figured.”That response irritated her.“You figured?” she snapped. “Dominic, he tried to force himself on me in the parking lot tonight.”Patrick’s head turned immediately.Angelo’s eyes darkened.Dominic’s breathing changed.“Did he hurt you?”“No,” Sophia said quickly. “I got away.”The sil

Patrick stood near the window, arms crossed, staring out into the dark driveway as if the answers might appear in the headlights of a passing car. Angelo leaned against the kitchen counter, rolling a toothpick between his fingers — a habit he had when he was thinking through a problem.Sophia sat quietly at the table, her phone still in her hand after hanging up with Dominic.The room was heavy with silence.Finally Patrick spoke.“We’re going to Georgia.”Sophia looked up immediately.“What?”Angelo didn’t look surprised. In fact, he almost looked like he had been waiting for Patrick to say it.Patrick turned around.“You’re moving there anyway,” he said calmly. “Dominic’s stationed there. John is heading there. That’s not a coincidence I’m comfortable with.”Sophia shook her head.“You can’t just move because of me.”Patrick raised an eyebrow.“You clearly forgot who your father is.”Angelo chuckled quietly.“That man has relocated entire businesses over smaller problems.”Sophia si

The Georgia air felt different the moment Sophia stepped out of the SUV.Warmer.Heavier.Like the air itself knew things were about to change.Sophia stood at the end of the long driveway and looked up at the house her father had arranged. It was beautiful, but not in a welcoming way. It was private. Shielded by tall oak trees draped in Spanish moss. The kind of place no one accidentally found.Patrick opened the back of the SUV and started unloading the bags.Angelo scanned the property slowly, his eyes moving like a man cataloging every possible entrance and exit.“Security cameras,” he muttered. “Front gate. Motion lights.”Sophia folded her arms.“My father never does anything halfway.”Patrick carried the first bag toward the house.“You say that like it's a bad thing.”Sophia smirked slightly.“Depends on the situation.”Just then, another truck pulled into the driveway.Sophia’s heart skipped.Dominic stepped out before the engine had even fully stopped.He walked toward her q