#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.

a folder in her direction. Sophia caught it and perused the documents. The

irregularities in Williams’ business. Impressive work, I must say, but you’re a lawyer, not a journalist, and you haven’t covered your

to deliver this news to me?” Sophia inquired, her tone

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

unless you comply with

trying to

with

“Precisely.”

what, pray tell, do you

that it was you who leaked the news about the Williams family, with the

you already have the information, why don’t you

the news, and you should be the one to rectify it. You

I won’t let some intrusive reporter dictate my decisions. You stay out of my work, and I’ll

to leave, but the

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

through her. She needed to think quickly. “If you want to see

her spine. But Sophia knew she had

the evidence he had given her and made a firm decision to leave, her

she rose from her seat, her voice firm but laced

grin, seemingly unfazed by her rejection. ” You’re making

with unwavering resolve, “I

open, and Alexander walked in. His sharp

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

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