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.

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

Lianne was just another layer on a horrifying cake, but it wasn’t the grief for a woman she

the adrenaline, the split–second decision that had altered the very fabric of her reality. A fresh wave of nausea washed over her, and a tremor ran through her

murmured, his voice rough with emotion. “You’re

the front of his shirt. She clung to him, her body shaking with the aftershocks of trauma.

had survived, yes, but at what cost? The echo of the gunshot reverberated in her ears, a constant reminder

allowed herself to

in the haven of his arms, she could let go. The tears would come again, the nightmares too, but for now, she had this – a moment of solace, a

came next.

immediately drawing their attention. A young paramedic

he said gently. “The ambulance is ready for your friend. She’s lost

her off her feet. Miss Amores would be okay. A flicker of guilt pricked at her conscience. Amidst the chaos,

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she managed to choke out, her voice thick with emotion.

paramedic nodded curtly and turned to help Miss Amores, who emerged from the bathroom with the

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

arms until they arrived

knew, she was already drifting off to sleep.

filled the room, filtering in through the floral–patterned curtains. The sunlight outside cast a warm, dappled effect across the ceiling, dancing playfully with the dust motes swirling in the

impossibly soft, the woven pattern a kaleidoscope of calming blues and lavenders. The air held a faint scent of lavender and chamomile,

pale cream, adorned with simple botanical prints – delicate

sunlight streamed through the large window, illuminating a bookshelf

by the sudden noise. Just then, a delicious aroma wafted into the room. Her stomach grumbled again, a much louder protest this

lips. He held a tray piled high with golden brown pancakes

his voice warm with amusement. “And apparently

burned even hotter. “I, uh…” she

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simple white shirt and sweatpants yet, he looked like a model just casually

the lighting of