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"I'm back."

In her bedroom, Sophie Warner stared at the message on her phone, lost in thought. It was from an unknown number.

Normally, she would have dismissed it as a message someone had sent by mistake. But for some reason, she found herself inexplicably intrigued.

A sudden knock on the door interrupted her thoughts.

"Ms. Sophie."

It was the housekeeper, Wrenn Torres.

Sophie set her phone down and said, "Come in."

Wrenn entered the room, carrying a tray with a cup of honey tea. With just one glance, Sophie understood what Wrenn was there for.

Sophie's husband, Mitchell Warner, often experienced throat discomfort, so he regularly took honey tea as a remedy for it.

Sophie lowered her gaze slightly, concealing the emotions swirling in them.

Wrenn asked, "Is Mr. Mitchell staying in the guest room again? Ms. Sophie, forgive me for speaking out of turn, but there are certain matters where you should take the initiative as his wife.

"You can't let those cheap women snatch Mr. Mitchell away. This tea was prepared on Madam Gertrude's orders. Please take it to Mr. Mitchell later."

In bed, Sophie tightened her grip on the blanket beneath her, feeling a surge of humiliation. She knew all too well that the honey tea was just an excuse.

What Gertrude Foster, Mitchell's grandmother, actually wanted to remind her of was that she had to seduce Mitchell.

But Sophie couldn't argue against her.

She was an orphan who had been adopted by the Warner family. They had raised her, arranged for her education, and let her work at the family company, Warner Enterprises, after graduation.

In the end, she had married Mitchell, the current head of the Warner family.

Everything she had was given to her by the Warners. She had no right to oppose Gertrude's wishes.

"I understand. You can leave it there. I'll take it over to him later," Sophie replied softly, releasing her tightly clenched fists.

Wrenn seemed satisfied with her response and left after placing the cup down.

Sophie stared at the honey tea for a long time before finally picking it up and going to knock on Mitchell's door.

"Mitchell, are you asleep?"

"Come in." A man's voice promptly sounded from within the room.

Sophie opened the door and stepped inside.

Seeing the cup of honey tea in her hand, Mitchell's eyes flashed with mockery. "What's this? Are you here to beg for favors?"

A wave of embarrassment washed over Sophie. She wanted nothing more than to turn around and leave. However, as she recalled Wrenn's words, she restrained herself.

She bit down hard on her lip, allowing the metallic tang of blood to permeate her mouth. When she spoke again, her tone was flat.

"Now that you know, please fulfill your duties as a husband. You should also know that Granny has been hoping that we would have a child."

While saying so, Sophie set the cup down and walked over to Mitchell, undoing the buttons of her shirt without hesitation.

She had always presented herself as prim and proper, the picture of modesty and restraint. But Mitchell knew how enticing the real Sophie could be.

At the thought of her hidden allure beneath her prim exterior that only existed in his presence, he couldn't resist wanting her to lose control for him again and again.

A flicker of desire crossed Mitchell's eyes.

Sophie's movements faltered, and her entire body felt hot. Memories of that fateful night involuntarily surfaced in her mind.

That night had been their only moment of intimacy. Mitchell's fiery body, his strong arms—every recollection made Sophie's body heat up.

As her thoughts drifted, she suddenly felt weightless. Mitchell had lifted her and tossed her onto the bed. His solid frame pressed down on her.

A hint of shyness and secret anticipation ignited in Sophie's heart. She deeply loved Mitchell, and she yearned for him to be kind and close to her.

But since that night, he hadn't touched her again.

Would he touch her tonight?

"Sophie, did you forget your place?" Mitchell's sarcastic words chilled her to the bone, as if he had thrown a bucket of cold water over her.

The blush on her face vanished immediately, leaving her pale. "No, I didn't—"

"Didn't what?" Mitchell grabbed her neck.

"Are you trying to say you didn't set me up three years ago? Or that you didn't force me to marry you?"

His eyes scornfully swept over the cup of honey tea she had brought in earlier. "Years have passed, yet your tactics remain as underhanded as ever!"

Back then, she had also served him a cup of honey tea, and then everything spiraled out of control.

Intense disgust filled Mitchell's eyes. With a swift motion, he threw Sophie off the bed. She fell, her knees slamming hard against the floor.

"Ah!" she cried out in pain.

Mitchell's brow furrowed. He instinctively moved forward but then held himself back.

Sophie knelt on the floor in a sorry state. Her partially undone shirt revealed more than intended. From where he was, Mitchell had a clear view of her body.

His Adam's apple bobbed at the sight. The disgust in his eyes grew. "Get out!"

Sophie's heart clenched painfully when she saw the unmasked abhorrence in his gaze. Suddenly, she wasn't sure if her persistence had any meaning.

She was truly tired of this.

"Mitchell, let's get a divorce," she said.

Chapter 2
Mitchell's expression remained unchanged. His tone dripped with sarcasm as he asked, "Is this your new tactic? Retreat to advance?"

"No, I'm serious."

Though Sophie had uttered the words in a moment of impulse, she didn't regret them.

Back when she had first found out that she was going to marry Mitchell, she had been overjoyed, thinking that she would spend every moment of her life with him.

But who could have imagined that in just three short years, she would be considering divorce?

Perhaps she shouldn't have harbored such fantasies from the start.

"Are you?" Mitchell's gaze swept over Sophie disdainfully, filled with mockery and stark disbelief.

"You willingly sacrificed your innocence to force me into marrying you. Now you're tired of it and want to be with someone else? Even if we divorce, I'll be the one who brings it up! You have no right!"

"Fine. I'll wait for you to bring it up."

Sophie slowly got up from the floor, adjusted her shirt, and headed out. As she reached the door, she couldn't help but turn back to look at Mitchell.

"Am I really not worthy of your trust?"

She knew he had been holding a grudge against her about that night. He believed that she had set him up to sleep with her, and when Gertrude had caught them in the act, he had been forced to marry her.

As a result, he had lost the woman he loved the most. Since then, he had harbored a deep hatred toward Sophie. But little did he know that she had her reasons.

"Trust? I trusted you before. But how did you repay my trust?" Mitchell exuded an ominous air, and his eyes were filled with chilling hostility.

A wave of bitterness washed over Sophie's heart. She parted her lips to say something.

He had once been everything to her.

She remembered that when she had first arrived at the Warner Residence at a very young age, everything had felt so strange and frightening.

Mitchell had been the first person to accept her.

He had grown up with her, and even though he always wore a cold expression, he celebrated her birthday, took her out to play, and protected her when she was bullied.

Because of him, she had experienced warmth for the first time in this world.

In her youth and admiration, Sophie had eventually fallen for him. She had been powerless to stop her feelings. In the end, she had betrayed his kindness.

"I..."

Sophie wanted to explain everything that had transpired back then, but she recalled the words that one person had said to her.

Her gaze dimmed, and all her explanations turned into feeble excuses. "Someday, you'll understand."

She actually wanted to ask him if he remembered what day it was. However, she quickly realized that he probably didn't.

It was their third wedding anniversary.

But for him, it was probably the anniversary of a disaster.

Sophie smiled bitterly, glanced at the cup of honey tea on the table, and couldn't resist saying, "Your throat isn't well. Don't forget to drink the honey tea."

With that, she left the guest room.

Meanwhile, Mitchell's face darkened.

After a long pause, he looked at the cup of honey tea with a hint of bitterness in his eyes. Nevertheless, he eventually drank it.

…

In the dead of night, Sophie suddenly felt her body being pushed down on the bed, as if something heavy was pressing on her.

It was heavy and hot, and there was an inexplicable sense of familiarity.

Sophie's eyes snapped open, only to meet Mitchell's bloodshot eyes.

Mitchell? What was he doing here?

"Sophie, how dare you do this to me again? Fine! Since you want it so much, I'll indulge you!"

Mitchell glared at her viciously. The veins bulged on his neck as he forcefully tore her clothes apart.

Chapter 3
Before Sophie had the chance to fully grasp what was happening or understand the meaning behind Mitchell's words, she was swept up in a tumultuous wave.

It hurt. Yet, she secretly felt a sense of joy in her heart.

She slowly reached out, embracing him tightly.

Had he finally accepted her? Did this mean he had forgiven her?

But soon, she had no energy to think further.

…

When Sophie woke up again, it was already the next day. As she recalled the crazy night before, her cheeks flushed slightly.

Just then, she heard an unfriendly voice. "Are you awake? Eat this."

She turned to see that Mitchell had already risen from bed and was fully dressed. He tossed something over to her.

"What's this?" Sophie asked in confusion. Her expression froze when she read the label on the box.

Morning-after pills?

"Why?"

Hadn't he already forgiven her? Why did he want her to take these pills?

"Isn't it obvious?" Mitchell's gaze was icy, and his tone was filled with contempt.

Sophie was momentarily perplexed.

Oh, right. He had once said that she wasn't fit to bear his child.

Sophie felt a pang of bitterness at that thought. In hindsight, the night before seemed like a ludicrous dream.

"I get it now."

She clenched the box tightly, then took out a pill and swallowed it in one gulp.

"Are you satisfied now? Or do you want to stay and watch until the pills take effect?"

Sophie raised her head to look at him, her expression indifferent, as though she had merely eaten a piece of candy.

Seeing her nonchalant demeanor, Mitchell grew more irritated. "Very well. I'm extremely satisfied. Since you know it so well, I'll be spared the trouble."

With that, he moved to leave. But as he turned away, something seemed to occur to him. He stopped and warned, "I'll let things slide one last time. If you dare set me up again, I won't show you any mercy!"

Sophie's mind buzzed.

Set him up? Could it be...

She immediately thought of the cup of honey tea. At the same time, she recalled how peculiar Mitchell's behavior had been the night before.

After piecing everything together, Sophie couldn't help but chuckle bitterly.

Wrenn had worked for the Warners for decades. Besides Gertrude, no one else could command her.

Sophie knew Gertrude had always longed for a grandchild. But had she ever thought about Sophie's feelings when doing this?

Three years ago, Sophie had served Mitchell a cup of honey tea, and then everything changed.

Later, she had found out that the honey tea had been spiked with two special mixed liquors. To avoid detection, special methods had also been used to remove the alcoholic taste from the drink.

After that incident, Mitchell had come to see her as a scheming woman.

Yet, Gertrude had used her to set him up once more, not to mention with the same drink. How was she supposed to face him from now on?

This time, Mitchell probably hated her to the core.

Sophie bit her lip tightly, and a drop of blood slowly seeped from her lips. With a soft tap, it landed on the bedding, forming a vivid crimson stain.

At this moment, the ringing of her phone broke the silence.

The call was from Kendall Levine, one of her acquaintances. Sophie collected herself and answered the call. "Kendall, what's the matter?"

Kendall's voice came through quickly. "Sophie, bad news! The company is in trouble!"

Sophie's expression tensed, and she immediately threw off the covers, ready to get out of bed. However, as soon as she stood up, she felt her legs go weak, and she almost collapsed to her knees.

She couldn't hold back a stifled sound.

"Sophie, what's wrong? Are you okay?"

"I'm fine. I just accidentally bumped my knee. Tell me what happened at the company." Sophie quickly suppressed her discomfort and swiftly tidied herself up while speaking.

"The mining team had an accident. The families of the victims have come to the office, and they've brought many media reporters with them. It's a mess. You need to come over quickly."

Kendall's voice sounded urgent.

One of the main industries Warner Enterprises engaged in was jewelry. From mining to cutting, designing, and selling, they had a complete supply chain, making the company a top-tier jewelry empire.

Now, it seemed that the mining team, which was responsible for sourcing materials, had run into trouble.

Sophie's heart skipped a beat while a sense of foreboding crept through her. But her tone remained remarkably composed as she replied, "Keep everyone calm for now. I'll be there shortly."

She quickly hung up the phone and made her way to the office.

…

As Sophie reached the entrance to Warner Enterprises, she immediately spotted Mitchell, who was surrounded by a crowd of people and reporters.

His face was grim, and his brows were furrowed with obvious impatience.

Sophie took a deep breath, steadying herself, and walked toward the crowd.

Out of nowhere, a flash of white light passed before her eyes. She instinctively looked over and saw someone in the crowd holding a dagger, their gaze fierce as they stared in Mitchell's direction.

Sophie's eyes widened. With no time to think, she lunged at Mitchell. "Watch out!"

Chapter 4
There was a sharp, piercing sound of a blade cutting through flesh. Sophie's body went limp, and she collapsed to the floor.

"Cherie!" Mitchell exclaimed as he held the unconscious Sophie tightly in his arms, a hint of panic crossing his usually impassive face.

"Shane!" he growled as he glared at the assailant menacingly.

The assailant trembled, too frightened to even flee.

Shane Hopkins, Mitchell's assistant, reacted quickly and led a team to apprehend the assailant.

While the scene descended into chaos, nobody dared to approach Mitchell. He was so intimidating that the crowd instinctively parted to make way for him.

He strode out of the building with Sophie cradled in his arms. "Get her to the hospital now!"

In her dazed state, Sophie thought she heard a tremor in Mitchell's voice and the long-forgotten term of endearment he used for her—Cherie.

She tried to see his face, but she could only make out his jawline before she blacked out.

…

When Sophie regained consciousness, she found herself in the hospital, surrounded by the sterile white walls of the ward.

The memory of Mitchell's voice lingered in her mind, but she found only an empty seat beside her, mirroring the emptiness in her heart.

She tried to suppress a bitter smile. Why had she hoped Mitchell would be waiting by her bedside when she woke up?

"Sophie, you're awake?" Kendall's surprised voice came as she entered the ward with a thermos in hand.

Kendall was visibly relieved to see Sophie awake. "You gave me a fright. Why did you rush over like that? If the dagger had veered slightly off course, you might not have made it."

She spoke rapidly while helping Sophie sit up and pouring out a bowl of soup from the thermos. "I brought you chicken soup. I heard it's excellent for recovery. Drink up while it's hot."

Sophie hadn't fully grasped the situation yet when Kendall spoon-fed her a mouthful of soup. The fragrant aroma of the chicken soup brought a hint of warmth to her desolate heart.

She smiled and said, "Thank you. I can manage on my own."

As her injury was on the left shoulder blade, she could use her right hand to feed herself. Kendall set down the bowl and handed her the spoon.

Sophie had another spoonful of soup. It was delicious, but the taste was oddly familiar.

While she thought about it, a commotion outside the door caught her attention. When a familiar name reached her ears amidst the clamor, her grip on the bowl tightened.

Kendall didn't notice Sophie's distress as she excitedly shared gossip with her.

"Sophie, guess who I ran into earlier? It was none other than the nation's sweetheart, Wyola Thompson, who's been the talk of the town recently!"

Then, Kendall pulled up a news page on her phone and showed it to Sophie. "Look! The news is live right now. Wait a minute, isn't that Mr. Warner?"

Sophie immediately recognized the two people in the video.

It was Mitchell and his new romantic interest, Wyola.

Seeing Wyola's familiar face in the video, Sophie felt her heart throb in pain.

During the course of their three years of marriage, Mitchell had had various female companions around him. Each one bore some resemblance to that one person.

It was as though they were silently reminding her of something.

When she had heard the rumors of him with other women for the first time, she had felt devastating pain. As time passed, she gradually became numb to it. She had become accustomed to it.

She watched as Mitchell, who should have been by her side, stood next to another woman and affectionately linked arms with her, smiling and laughing.

"Ms. Wyola, can you tell us why you're at the hospital with Mr. Warner? Rumors are circulating that you two are in a relationship. Is it true?"

"Some witnesses saw you coming out of the obstetrics and gynecology department. Does that mean both of you are expecting a child?"

The questions from the reporters buzzed in Sophie's mind, but she couldn't hear them. All she could think about were the words "obstetrics and gynecology".

Wyola was conceived?

Sophie unconsciously tightened the blanket around her belly.

Mitchell had known all along that Gertrude was pressuring her to have a child, yet he had refused to touch her.

He had said she was filthy, and he would rather be with other women.

That was exactly what he had been doing for the past three years, which explained why he kept changing lovers.

But now he had let Wyola get conceived his child.

Sophie thought of earlier that morning when Mitchell had forced her to take the morning-after pill.

Then, she looked at Wyola, who was standing next to him in the video and holding his hand with a shy smile on her face.

Sophie felt like an icy dagger had been thrust into her chest, stabbing her heart deeply.

The next moment, she spat out a mouthful of blood and collapsed on the bed.

Chapter 5
As Sophie stirred awake once more, it was already late at night. She shifted her head and found Kendall slouched beside her bed, with no one else in sight.

Sophie couldn't help but smile bitterly.

Though she had long anticipated this outcome, she couldn't shake off the hope that perhaps, after accompanying Wyola, Mitchell would come to see her.

And that perhaps she hadn't just imagined him calling her "Cherie".

Mitchell was the only person in the whole world who called her that.

Back when the Warners had taken her in, everyone had mocked her for being an unwanted orphan who didn't even have a name.

Sophie wasn't her real name. She had been named on a whim on the day she had been adopted.

She had often been bullied and ridiculed by the children at school, and she would sneak away to the attic to cry alone.

One day, Mitchell had found her. "Since you don't have a name, let me give you one. I'm 'Mitchell', so let's call you 'Cherie'."

From then on, he had affectionately called her "Cherie". During that time, he had been the gentle, caring elder brother she had looked up to.

As she looked back, she realized everything had changed since then.

Kendall woke up from her sleep. She groggily opened her eyes and saw Sophie awake.

"Sophie, you're awake? How are you feeling now? Do you still feel any discomfort anywhere?" Kendall asked, her tone filled with nervousness and concern.

She had been truly terrified when Sophie had suddenly coughed up blood and fainted earlier. Fortunately, it wasn't serious. The doctor said it was only due to a momentary shock.

At that thought, Kendall couldn't help but look at Sophie with a complex expression.

She had never seen Mitchell so out of control before. Earlier, he had rushed in and held Sophie, whose lips had been stained with blood. He had looked at Kendall as if he wanted to murder her.

"What did you do to her?"

Kendall recalled Mitchell's hostile interrogation. But at that moment, she had been too scared to respond and didn't know how to either.

It wasn't until later, when Shane had arrived and called the doctor, that she recovered her senses. She had finally felt free from the oppressive feeling of impending doom.

What exactly was the relationship between Sophie and Mitchell?

Kendall opened her mouth, but in the end, she didn't voice her question.

Meanwhile, Sophie assumed that Kendall wanted to ask about Wyola. Not wanting to say much, she pretended not to notice the latter's hesitation and simply said, "I'm fine. By the way, how's the situation at the office?"

"Mr. Warner and the PR department are handling it. Everything will be fine. You should focus on recovering. Don't worry about work for now," Kendall reassured.

"Okay." Sophie nodded, deciding not to pursue the matter further. After all, she wasn't the only one in the PR department. "I'm fine. You should head back now."

"But are you sure you'll be okay alone?"

"Yeah. You have to work tomorrow, so go home and rest."

"Alright then, I'll leave now."

After confirming that Sophie would be okay by herself, Kendall got up to leave.

Just before she left, she suddenly remembered something. "Oh, by the way, when you were unconscious, someone called you several times."

Once Kendall left, the ward became quiet.

Sophie lay on the hospital bed. The once resilient expression on her face now revealed a hint of loneliness, as if nothing in the world had anything to do with her.

After a while, she snapped out of her reverie and remembered Kendall's words. She picked up her phone and immediately noticed several missed calls.

The familiar number made her face tense—it was Gertrude's.

She hastily returned the call. "Granny—"

Before she could say anything, Gertrude's demanding voice came through. "What are you doing? Why didn't you answer my calls?"

"I... I was occupied with something," Sophie replied, not mentioning her injury and hospitalization.

Gertrude didn't care either. She immediately launched into a tirade of reprimands.

"What could you possibly be occupied with? Someone is already conceiving Mitch's child, but what are you doing?

"Forget it. This time, I'll clean up after you. You have one last chance. Tomorrow, I'll have Mitch meet you at 8:00 pm in Room 1088 at Horizon Hotel. If you still fail to do it right, then it's out of my hands."

With that, Gertrude hung up the phone.

Sophie gripped her phone, her face turning pale. She knew Gertrude was giving her an ultimatum. The thought of Gertrude's methods sent shivers down her spine.

…

Meanwhile, in a secret underground chamber, a middle-aged man hung suspended by ropes. His body was covered in bloodstains. He was the assailant who had stabbed Sophie.

Fear filled his eyes as he faced the man hidden in the darkness. "I... I'll tell you everything."

From the shadows came an indifferent voice. "Go on."

"I-It was Callum Warner. He paid me to cause trouble at Warner Enterprises."

"I see."

So, it was Mitchell's uncle after all.

Having obtained the information he needed, the man in the shadows stood up. He only made a casual remark. "Get rid of him."

The middle-aged man's eyes widened in terror. "Y-You can't go back on your word! You promised to spare me if I talked! You—"

Ignoring the man's pleas, the man left the basement. Mitchell's distinguished and aloof face was revealed as he stepped out into the moonlight, and his eyes gleamed with malice.

He didn't care if others made a move against him, but laying a hand on her would mean death.

Chapter 6
The next day, at the hospital, Sophie gripped her phone tightly, biting her lip. She had been unable to reach Mitchell since the night before.

It was almost 8:00 pm. If she didn't show up at Horizon Hotel on time, Gertrude would surely not let her off the hook.

But to obey her orders and have a child with Mitchell…

At that thought, Sophie smiled bitterly.

Even if she set aside her dignity and stooped so low, what could she do to a man who despised her and would rather have an illegitimate child than have one with her?

Since Gertrude had said that she would handle everything, Mitchell would surely show up at Horizon Hotel later. When they met, Sophie would talk to him properly about getting a divorce.

Determined, Sophie changed into regular clothes and headed to Horizon Hotel.

When she arrived, Room 1088 was empty. There were still 15 minutes left until 8:00 pm. She quietly waited in the room.

Perhaps due to her injury, Sophie felt dizzy and feverish. She stood up, intending to get the remote to adjust the air conditioner's temperature.

Just as she took a few steps, a wave of dizziness washed over her, and she collapsed onto the bed.

"So hot..."

Was she running a fever?

In a daze, Sophie heard someone enter the room.

"Mitchell?"

She tried to make out the figure but could only vaguely see a tall silhouette.

The person sat down beside the bed, and she caught a familiar scent. Then, she felt something cool press against her forehead, which was comforting.

Sophie couldn't help but nuzzle against it lightly. "So comfortable..."

She let her vulnerable emotions show for the first time, perhaps because she wasn't feeling well. She didn't want to pretend to be stoic or indifferent anymore, or even to maintain her last shred of dignity.

She hugged the man's body. "Don't leave."

"You brought upon this yourself!"

A deep, restrained voice reached Sophie's ears.

What had she brought upon herself?

She didn't understand the meaning behind his words.

Soon, her last bit of clarity faded away as someone embraced her tightly. She was swept up in tumultuous waves. It felt like she was a lone boat on the sea's surface, rising and falling with the strong ripples.

…

When Sophie woke up the next day, she felt bewildered by her unfamiliar surroundings.

Then, fragments of the previous night flooded her mind.

Had she slept with Mitchell?

Recalling how she had suddenly felt dizzy and feverish, she turned deathly pale. Without thinking, she knew whose doing it was.

Mitchell would no doubt think even less of her now.

Despite feeling sick, Sophie gathered herself and left the room. As soon as she stepped into the elevator, she noticed a familiar figure.

Wyola? What was she doing here?

Sophie's eyes widened in surprise, especially when she saw the man Wyola was with. Wyola held his hand while leaning against his arm intimately.

Their behavior was shocking, considering the time and place they were at. Moreover, their interaction was ambiguous, far from what one would expect between mere friends.

But wasn't Wyola conceived Mitchell's child? Why was she there?

Wyola was equally stunned to see Sophie.

Although they had never formally met, Sophie could tell that Wyola recognized her. However, the latter didn't show any signs of being caught off guard.

She merely glanced at Sophie, then turned her attention back to the man beside her, continuing their conversation as if nothing had happened.

Sophie remained composed on the surface, but inside, she was in turmoil. She wondered what the relationship between Wyola and the man was and whether Mitchell knew about it.

Just when Sophie's thoughts were in disarray, her phone suddenly chimed with a WhatsApp message notification. Kendall had shared a tweet with her.

She clicked on the link, which directed her to a clarification statement posted by Wyola's studio. It claimed that Wyola and Mitchell were just friends.

As for their appearance at the hospital the day before, the statement explained that Wyola had been feeling unwell and had happened to run into Mitchell when she had gone to the hospital to get treated.

The statement included several surveillance screenshots to prove that the two hadn't gone to the hospital together. It also provided Wyola's medical report from the hospital as proof.

Finally, the studio stated that Wyola was currently single and not dating anyone.

Sophie was dumbfounded.

So, Wyola wasn't conceived? Was it all just a misunderstanding?

Joy surged uncontrollably in her heart, even though she reminded herself that even without Wyola, there would still be other women involved with Mitchell.

In an instant, she had so much she wanted to say to Mitchell.

She wanted to ask him if the statement was true, and she wanted to tell him that three years ago, things had happened for a reason.

Too many thoughts flooded her mind at once. She had to go see Mitchell!

Sophie was about to dial Mitchell's number when a message suddenly popped up on her phone screen.

"It's been three years. It's time for me to take back what's rightfully mine."

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