#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.

it and perused the documents. The evidence was undeniable.

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

assume you were hired by Barbara to deliver this news

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

I’m here to inform you that unless you comply

trying to

responded with an icy

“Precisely.”

what, pray tell, do you want

publicly admit that it was you who leaked the news about the Williams family, with the intention of

you already have the information, why

you face the consequences of your own actions. After all, it was you who spread the news, and you should

reporter dictate my decisions. You stay out

to leave, but the

photo of her best friend, Evelyn, bound and blindfolded in the back of a van. She had been

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

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

had given her and made a firm decision to leave, her thoughts already

firm but laced

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

unwavering resolve, “I don’t negotiate

about to make her exit, 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 the scattered

over him like a tidal wave as he picked up the papers. When he took a glimpse at the content, his heart sank. The information in these files could not be more clear

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