Mr. Chairman’s Devious Wife by Brey Mitchylle

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Sofia cradled the mug of tea in her hands, the warmth sceping into her chilled skin. Her eyes darted nervously towards the bathroom door, where the murmur of voices and the sterile scent of disinfectant told her the paramedics were tending to Miss Amores.

Each ciang of a dropped instrument or muffled curse sent a fresh jolt of adrenaline through her. The echo of the gunshot that sounded sharp and final still reverberated in her ears. It was deafening.

She took a small sip of the tea and then winced at its bitterness. Nothing tasted right. The world felt muted, and the vibrant colors of the living room dulled to a washed–out

gray.

Her gaze drifted to the spot on the floor where Lawrence had crumpled, the memory of his lifeless eyes sending a fresh wave of nausea churning in her stomach. He was gone, a monster eliminated, but at what cost?

The metallic tang of blood that was faint but unmistakable lingered in the air. Miss Amores. Was she going to be alright? The image of the secretary, pale and wounded, flashed in Sofia’s mind.

Had she done the right thing? The question hammered at her, a relentless drumbeat against the backdrop of the approaching sirens. Relief warred with a chilling sense of dread.

Just as her mind was about to spiral, she felt a warm hand over hers. Her gaze immediately turned towards Alexander. “He is going to live…” his gaze was kind and gentle. For a moment, she recalled what Lawrence told her. “But there is a probability that he might be disabled.”

Sofia nodded without saying a word. Somehow, his hand around hers felt warmer. She quite liked it.

“Come here…” Alexander said as he pulled her towards his chest. “I’m sorry…”

Sofia said nothing as she bathed herself in his familiar and comforting smell. She closed her eyes as she thought about everything that happened. If Alexander did not arrive… what would have happened? The police informed her that there was a car waiting for Lawrence outside.

Apparently, the driver was Min- Lawrence’s son. He was able to fool everyone by going abroad and quietly coming back to help his father escape. Luckily, he was arrested too.

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However, this was not the only news that they received as Min and Charlotte’s mother

Lianne had been found dead in another motel in California just that morning. Sofia thought that the woman left the States. She was wrong.

hold, his silence a comforting weight against her back. He didn’t need to

about Lianne was just another layer on a horrifying cake, but it wasn’t the grief for a woman she barely knew that caused the dam to break.

her, and a tremor ran through her body. Tears welled up in her eyes, hot and stinging, blurring the world around her. She buried her

voice rough with emotion. “You’re okay now. You’re safe.”

front of his shirt. She clung to him, her body

words for what she felt. She had survived, yes, but at what cost? The echo of the gunshot reverberated in her ears, a constant

in that moment, wrapped in Alexander’s embrace, surrounded by the comforting rhythm of his heartbeat, she allowed herself to

might be a mess, the future uncertain, but for now, in the haven of his arms, she could let go. The tears would come again, the nightmares too, but for now, she

came next.

door creaked open, immediately drawing their attention. A

he said gently. “The ambulance is ready for your friend. She’s lost some blood, but she’ll be alright with treatment.”

wave so fierce it almost knocked her off her feet. Miss Amores would be okay. A flicker of guilt pricked at her

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to choke out, her voice

who emerged

long after, Sofia found herself in Alexander’s arms as he carried her out of the flat. This time, she did not ask where they were going or ask for him to stop carrying her as she was perfectly capable of walking. Instead, she buried her face

until they arrived

she was already drifting off to

through the floral–patterned curtains. The sunlight outside cast a warm, dappled effect across the ceiling,

felt impossibly soft, the woven pattern a kaleidoscope of calming blues and lavenders. The air held a faint scent of lavender and chamomile, a soothing aroma that instantly put her at ease.

adorned with simple botanical prints – delicate watercolors of wildflowers

its back. The sunlight streamed through the large window, illuminating a bookshelf overflowing with worn paperbacks and

noise. Just then, a delicious aroma wafted into

smile playing on his lips. He held a tray piled high with golden brown pancakes drizzled with warm syrup and topped with a mountain of fresh

be awake,” he said, his voice warm with

“I, uh…” she stammered, unsure

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looked like

lighting of