Sophia Choi Spouse Mga Nobela at Kwento

For the first time, it didn't seem like Sophia was being led to the altar as a sacrifice. Sophia's voice cracked as she began to speak, her tone heavy with unshed tears. "I just can't believe I'm finally getting married to a man who genuinely cares about me and my entire family," she said, her words trembling. "some one who isn't a drunk, a rapist, or an abuser. He's been an amazing father to two kids who aren't even his own."

“With Lucas Hart as her husband, the Adams Group will get back on the charts.” I clenched my fists, glaring at Lucas and Sophia as they walked down the aisle like they owned the place. Sophia, how dare you steal what belongs to me?

A group of bodyguards stood around her, and no one could get more of her pictures. Sophia went into a tirade. "Are they fucking blind? For Charlie, I can understand! We've been married for more than a decade. He neglects me and has a daughter out there because he lost his feelings for me, but Christopher? You guys have only been married for three years, and he's already sick of you?"

The silence between us was heavy, but I still believed he would come around. "What if I was pregnant?" I asked, expecting this to be the turning point. "I want a family." His response was like ice, cutting through my confidence. "You knew the terms when we married: no public announcement, no children." It hurt, the pain sharp and unforgiving. “But, Liam—” I started, but was abruptly cut off by the sharp ring of his phone. I glanced at the name on his screen– Sophia, the woman who had haunted me throughout our whole marriage.

Confirming through the peephole I opened. “Jess, you need to sit down. You’re not prepared for this one.” She said as soon as she walked in. "Loren, just tell me, I honestly don’t have the energy for that.” I told her uninterested. "Well, it turns out your dear husband was spotted with his baby mama. Sophia with their baby, and guess what? They were kissing.” She said and showed me pictures from her phone. I snatched the phone from her hand and scrolled down the pictures myself. Clinton was kissing Sophia—not on the cheeks but the lips.

The same man who once attended every prenatal appointment and bought baby clothes with me. The same man who kissed my stomach and smiled whenever the baby kicked. I did not recognize him anymore. The line disconnected eventually. I never said a word. Nobody even realized I was listening. Slowly, I lowered the phone from my ear but the tears would not stop now. I looked down at my stomach and I placed one hand over it protectively. For the first time since marrying Damian Cole, a terrifying thought entered my mind. Maybe he would never choose us, no matter what happens or how much I loved him. He would always choose Lilliana.

That night, I finally let go of my insecurity and responded to her feelings. That same night, I finally learned that she was the only daughter and sole heir to the largest private company in town, Shelby Group. They did not hire her to work in the convenience store. She had bought it. After that, we were inseparable, like two people who fit each other perfectly. When we started talking about marriage, her family decided I was not good enough for them. They ordered Sophia to break up with me.

" I found it quite soothing as I felt the sea breeze against my skin. Ten years ago, I preferred to be proposed to when we had a lot of people around us witnessing the moment. I was young, and I felt restless and uneasy thinking about the future. Therefore, I tried to hold onto my partner, hoping to prove my worth through winning his heart. Ten years later, I no longer needed to prove myself by receiving another person's love and affection. Finally, I met my soulmate. Tears rolled down my cheeks as I felt rather touched. … I was about to accept Karter's proposal when someone suddenly appeared and ruined the peaceful atmosphere on the beach. "Adeline, you can't marry him!"

“She was more beautiful than you, and—frankly—taller.” “You mean Alissa?” Cindy snapped. “She’s his ex-wife. I’m the new one.” A snide voice from the crowd piped up: “So... you’re the mistress?” Laughter bubbled. “I don’t even see a ring,” another woman said, squinting. “If you’re his wife, show some ID.” Cindy rolled her eyes. “It’s not on my ID because he’s still my fiancé.” The crowd chuckled again. “So much lies from one person,” someone muttered.

"Okay, I understand!" Fifteen minutes later, Sophia returned. Curiosity got the better of her, and she asked her colleagues, "Do you know if Mr. Joseph has a girlfriend?" Upon hearing this, Chloe's fingers paused on the keyboard. "I don't think so." "He never mentioned having one." "As low-level employees, how would we know about Mr. Joseph's personal life? But I believe there's a 99% chance he's single." Sophia's face lit up with a radiant smile as she confidently announced her decision, "That's perfect. I've made up my mind—I'm going to pursue Mr. Joseph!"