#42 “I Can’t Believe I Let Myself Trust You.”

In the brisk morning, Sophia received a message from her best friend, Evelyn, asking to meet for coffee. Despite her overflowing schedule, Sophia hadn’t seen Evelyn in a while and decided to make time for her.

Swiftly, Sophia got ready and left her apartment. The café was conveniently close, so she opted for a leisurely walk.

Upon entering the café, she glanced around but didn’t spot Evelyn. Sophia figured her friend was running late and decided to take a seat, patiently waiting.

As she settled into her chair, a man unexpectedly joined her table. Sophia furrowed her brow, ready to make a pointed remark, but then she recognized him. It was one of the journalists who had aggressively pursued her a few days ago.

Sophia had refused to engage with him then, and she had no intention of divulging any information now.

“My answer will remain the same as before: ‘No comment.’ Please go away; I’m waiting for someone,” Sophia stated firmly. The man wore a wicked smile but refused to budge from his seat.

“Ms. Johnson, I presume you’re waiting for Evelyn?” he retorted. Sophia felt something was amiss but remained composed. “That’s none of your business,” she replied curtly.

“Well, as a journalist, it’s my job to know everything about everyone. And I’ve learned some rather intriguing things about you.”

“I don’t care. Leave me alone.”

“You’re clearly not in the mood for games. Good, because I’ll be direct. I know you’re Alexander Stone’s ex-wife. Sophia remained silent, her expression one of disdain. While she had no desire for this information to go public, it wasn’t exactly a bombshell. She could handle it.

caught it and perused the documents. The evidence

work, I must say, but you’re a lawyer, not a journalist, and you

hired by Barbara to deliver this news to me?” Sophia

at the lengths the Williams family would go to cause her trouble. While she didn’t precisely understand their animosity toward her, it seemed to stem from

you that unless you comply with my request, I’ll go public with

you trying

with

“Precisely.”

tell, do you

admit that it was you who leaked the news about the

already have the information, why don’t you release

see you face the consequences of your own actions. After all, it was you who spread the news, and you should be the one to rectify it. You should also experience the bitterness

reporter dictate my decisions.

to leave, but the reporter firmly gripped

a photo of her best friend, Evelyn, bound and blindfolded

heart raced, and panic surged through her. She needed to think quickly. “If you want to see your friend unharmed,” the journalist warned, “I suggest

her, and this news sent a shiver down her spine. But Sophia knew she had to stay calm and think rationally

with the journalist’s blackmail attempt. She gathered the evidence he had given her

she rose from her seat, her voice firm but laced with concern, she addressed the journalist. “I won’t

by her rejection. ” You’re making a big mistake,

resolve, “I

the café door swung open, and Alexander walked in. His sharp eyes immediately caught sight of Sophia and the journalist at the table, their hushed conversation, and

a tidal wave as he picked up the papers. When he took a glimpse at the content, his heart

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