I can't bear this, she said softly. Every time I look at you, I only see your mistakes,.
With nothing more to say, she turned and walked away, each step toward the door heavy, but necessary. She didn't glance back. Not once. Because if she did, she knew her heart would betray her resolve.
Outside, the night air bit at her skin, but it felt cleaner than the suffocating air in that house. A cab was already waiting she had called it before Alexander even arrived.
She climbed in, whispered her mother's address, and leaned her head against the window as silent tears slid down her face. Her mother's house had always been her refuge. And tonight, she needed it more than ever.
As the city lights blurred past her, Sophie made a silent promise to herself:
No more pain. No more betrayal. No more Alexander.
The door slammed shut behind Sophie, leaving behind a thick, suffocating silence. Alexander stood frozen in the living room, the divorce papers clenched in his hand, his knuckles white. The weight of her words echoed in his mind, louder than any scream.
after our engagement… after I lost my pregnancy.
He staggered backward until he dropped onto the edge of the couch, his face buried in his hands.
ISABELLA sauntered in, her heels clicking smugly against the marble floor. She crossed her arms and leaned against the doorframe, eyes glinting with false innocence.
Well, she said, tilting her head, that was dramatic.
Alexander's head snapped up, rage flashing in his eyes. This is all your fault.
Isabella raised a perfectly shaped brow. My fault? she asked, feigning offense. Did I drag you into that hotel room? Did I pour the drinks down your throat?
You manipulated me, he aid..
Isabella shrugged, a twisted smile curling her lips. And you've been playing it right along with me.
Alexander stood up abruptly, storming toward her. Sophie is gone because of you. She asked for a divorce because..
She asked for a divorce because she's bitter, Isabella replied, the sweetness dropping from her tone. She acts like she's the only one who matters. Like she owns you. Don't forget, Alexander—I'm your wife too. yes, You're not just hers. You're mine as well.
Alexander looked at her like he was seeing her for the first time. Cold. Calculating. Dangerous.
You may be my wife, Isabella, he said, voice low and venomous, but you will never have my heart. Sophie owns that even now.
Isabella's smile faltered for a split seconds, but she masked it with a laugh. So what now? You're going to chase after her like a lost puppy?
Alexander stepped closer, his expression dead serious. Then I'll spend every day trying to get her back,even if she did not take me back. Because she deserved better than this.
He brushed past Isabella without another word, grabbing his coat and keys. But as he opened the door, she called after him, her voice tainted with poison.
Be careful what you chase, Alexander. Love doesn't always win.
He didn't turn around.
Because at that moment, nothing mattered but Sophie.
Rain began to fall as Alexander made his way to meet Sophie.
He stepped out of the car, soaked within seconds, but he didn't care. All he could think about was her face the look of devastation when she handed him the divorce papers. The way her voice cracked when she said, "After I lost my pregnancy..
He knocked on the door, rain dripping from his hair and coat.
Sophie's mother opened it halfway, her face tight with disapproval. You've got some nerve showing up here.
I need to see her," Alexander said, his voice low.
She doesn't want to see you, her mother snapped. And honestly, I don't blame her.
But just as she began to close the door, Sophie's voice rang out softly from inside. Let him in.
Her mother paused, then opened the door reluctantly. Alexander stepped inside, the warmth of the house contrasting the storm outside, though it didn't touch the cold between them.
Sophie stood in the hallway, wrapped in a cozy sweater, her eyes red-rimmed but steady. You have five minutes, she said simply.
Alexander approached slowly, the words tumbling from his heart. Sophie… I made the worst mistake of my life. I was weak, and I let something twisted cloud what was real. You. Us. I never stopped loving you.
She didn't flinch. Her silence was sharper than any scream.
I know I don't deserve forgiveness," he continued, voice breaking. "But I can't walk away, Without telling you that if I could take it all back, I would. I will burn every memory with her if it meant you'd look at me the way you used to.
Sophie looked at him, eyes gleaming with unshed tears, but her voice was cold and unwavering.She took a step closer, her voice growing harder. "But you didn't just betray me once. You betrayed me many times, When I needed you the most.
Alexander's lips parted, but no words came.
I'm done, Sophie said, placing her palm on his chest not in affection, but to push him away. "I loved you more than anything. But this marriage has drained me. I don't even recognize myself anymore.
She walked to the door and opened it. The storm outside hadn't let up.
You should go.
Alexander stood there, silent for a moment, then stepped outside without protest. As the door closed behind him, the thunder cracked like a warning.
Inside, Sophie leaned against the wall, breathing heavily, tears silently falling. But she didn't cry out.
Because some heartbreaks don't scream—they whisper, never again.
The days after Sophie shut the door on him felt like a slow death for Alexander.
He didn't return to the office. Emails piled up. Meetings were missed. His assistant called relentlessly, but he ignored everything—because nothing mattered anymore. Not the company. Not the wealth. Not even his reputation.
He sat in the darkened living room of his penthouse, unshaven and hollow-eyed, replaying Sophie's words over and over again in his head.
> I don't even recognize myself anymore…
The words cut deeper than a knife. He hadn't just lost her—he had broken her.
Each day, he tried. He called. He texted. He sent flowers. Gifts. Letters. He even sat outside her mother's house in the pouring rain, hoping she'd come out. But she never did.
Meanwhile, Isabella moved freely through they mansion, her presence now feeling like an intrusion to Alexander. Her voice grated on his nerves. Her perfume suffocated him.
She watched him slip further away from her, no longer even pretending to hide his pain for Sophie. And that infuriated her.
One evening, she stormed into the living room where Alexander sat slouched on the couch, clutching a photograph of Sophie in his hand..
Isabella's jaw clenched. Desperation began to fester into poison. That night, she went to their bedroom and emerged minutes later, her face pale, hand on her belly.
Alex she whispered, voice trembling. The baby… it's kicking too hard. Something's wrong. I need to see a doctor.
Alexander finally looked up, but his eyes were dull. Call a doctor then.
She blinked, stunned by the coldness.
I'm scared, Alex she whimpered, forcing tears. Please..
Reluctantly, he stood and grabbed his keys. At the hospital, she clung to his hand, milking every second of attention. The doctors, after some checks, confirmed everything was normal, but Isabella emerged from the room still sobbing, pressing her head to Alexander's shoulder.
Promise me you won't abandon me, Alex, she whispered. We're a family now.
He didn't reply. His eyes were already drifting toward the window, toward the sky where he imagined Sophie's face.
Isabella could feel it the distance between them wasn't just emotional. It was spiritual. No matter how many tears she cried, how many lies she spun, Sophie still lived in Alexander's heart like a flame that refused to die.
And that made Isabella furious.
Because nothing, not even carrying his child had been enough.