#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.

her direction. Sophia caught it and

the irregularities in Williams’ business. Impressive work, I must say, but you’re

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

precisely understand their animosity toward

you that unless you

trying to blackmail

with

“Precisely.”

tell, do you want

leaked the news

If you already have the information, why don’t you release it yourself?”

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

That’s not going to happen. I won’t let some intrusive reporter dictate my decisions. You stay out of my

to leave, but the reporter firmly

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

“If you want to see your friend unharmed,” the journalist warned, “I suggest you

this news sent a shiver down her spine. But Sophia knew she

refused to comply with the journalist’s blackmail attempt. She gathered the evidence he had given her and made a

voice firm but laced with concern, she addressed the journalist. “I won’t play

unfazed by

back with unwavering resolve,

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

a glimpse at the content, his heart sank. The information in these files could

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