#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 perused the documents. The evidence was undeniable. He

that you’re the one who exposed the irregularities in Williams’ business. Impressive work, I must say, but you’re a lawyer,

deliver

While she didn’t precisely understand

inform you that unless you comply with my request, I’ll

trying to blackmail

with an

“Precisely.”

pray tell, do you want

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

why don’t you release it

After all, it was you who spread the news, and you should

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

but the

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

to think quickly. “If you want to see your

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

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

but laced with concern, she addressed the

a sinister grin, seemingly unfazed by

back with unwavering resolve, “I don’t negotiate

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

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

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