#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 evidence was

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

by Barbara to deliver this news to me?” Sophia inquired, her

trouble. While she didn’t precisely understand their animosity toward her, it seemed to stem

here to inform you that unless you

you trying

with

“Precisely.”

tell, do you

was you who leaked the news about the Williams family, with the intention of damaging

you already have the information, why don’t you

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

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

to leave, but the reporter firmly

ominously. He showed her a photo of her best friend, Evelyn, bound and blindfolded in the

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

her spine. But Sophia knew she had to stay calm

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

seat, her voice firm but laced with concern,

grin, seemingly unfazed by her rejection.

shot back with unwavering resolve, “I don’t

and Alexander walked in. His sharp eyes immediately caught sight of Sophia and the journalist at

he picked up the papers. When he took a glimpse at the content, his heart sank. The information in these files

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