MasukNation’s ideal husband. That was what people called Adrian Beckett—a title Sophie had helped him earn.
A self-made man, building his kingdom within just one generation. Beckett Holdings went public after only three years, and on the announcement livestream, Adrian had turned to Sophie and proposed. The internet loved it. Proof that romance wasn’t dead, they said.
What a performance they had put on. Both of them, it turned out.
Their black Audi stopped in front of a high-end, fine dining restaurant. Adrian stepped outside, handed his keys to the valet driver.
“Take care of her, alright?” he said to the driver, patting the roof of his car before walking over to the passenger door, opening it for Sophie. “After you, my lady.”
Sophie giggled, then gave her hand away for Adrian to escort. Truly a picture of a perfect couple. They walked into the restaurant, letting the waiters guide them to their designated special rooftop seat. A pair of new-money, yet they moved in perfect harmony and unison as if they had always belonged in this world.
Adrian pulled her a chair, perfectly serving her until the appetizer arrived and their meal began. Sophie picked up her utensils, started eating with impeccable table manners. Adrian smiled, his face couldn’t even hide his awe.
“I like watching you eat,” he said. “It’s always so beautiful.”
Sophie’s hands stopped. She lifted her head. What she found was Adrian, looking at her with what looked like genuine affection.
Were it not for the photos she saw earlier, Sophie would swoon and fall all over again.
“I tried my hardest,” Sophie responded with a shy smile. “I can’t embarrass you.”
Adrian had always needed that from her—someone who elevated him without overshadowing him. One drunken night, years ago, he slipped and said it plainly: "I'm glad you have the grace to suit me, Sophie."
She smiled then too. The same smile. She was beginning to think it was the only one he ever actually saw.
“Nonsense,” Adrian said. “Nothing you do will ever embarrass me, darling.”
Sophie said nothing. She just smiled—the same shy smile she always flashed—and continued eating.
Just as the main course was set, Adrian’s phone started to ring. He reached for it, and after reading the caller ID, he swiftly declined. He smiled at Sophie, a gentle, boyish smile, just like their college days. “You will enjoy this. It’s your long-awaited dover sole meunière. You’ve always wanted to try it, right?”
After three years, Sophie’s face knew to light up on cue. As the seafood dish was placed before her, she glanced at Adrian who was cutting up his wagyu steak. When his eyes met hers, he gestured and urged her to eat.
Then Adrian’s phone rang again.
This time, Adrian was visibly perplexed. He saw the name on the phone, weighing something before finally declining it again.
“Who was it?” Sophie asked with a practiced concern. She didn’t need to. She could roughly guess.
“Just someone from work,” Adrian replied. “Don’t worry, just eat. You have to see the dessert I ordered for you.”
But before long, his phone rang once more.
“Adrian,” Sophie said, “it could be important.”
Adrian held back a groan. He finally stood up, apologetically stepping away. The moment Adrian’s figure disappeared into the stairs, Sophie’s smile dropped.
As expected, it was Julia Hall who called. Sophie saw that name in a flash.
She had thought she was prepared. That from now on, Adrian would leave her like this more often. Gradually, Adrian would start prioritizing Julia over her. She could almost guess what his reasons would be: important project, something at work. Julia’s position as an associate granted her that much loophole to exploit. Sophie thought she could let go. After all, her role as a wife was just make believe.
So when she felt a phantom hand gripping her heart, even she was surprised.
It seemed that somewhere in her subconsciousness, she had hoped to make it real.
As her mind wandered, she received a message. From her brother.
“Your divorce lawyer is ready. Just give me the word, and I’ll send him flying to you. I’ll make sure you get everything you deserve.”
Sophie’s fingers hover. For the first time since she found out about the affair, she felt doubt.
“Thank you, brother,” she finally typed. “I’ll keep that in mind.”
One chance.
Sophie inhaled. She picked up her fork again, eating her meal.
She needed to confront Adrian. As she thought, blindsiding him like this wasn’t right. Sophie had her own secrets, too, so she was willing to give Adrian a chance.
Just once.
It’s not like she didn’t have a way out, anyway.
Sophie came out of Lawrence and Associates office with light steps. She spotted the red Lambo—totally not a hard thing to do, opening the passenger side of the door and sitting wordlessly. Oliver, who was on the phone just a moment ago, immediately assumed a straight posture, hands ready at the steering wheel.“Where should we go now, ma’am?” he said playfully.“I don’t know. I’m in a good mood. Where should we go?” she asked, putting the seatbelt on.“Well, you’re the New Yorker! You pick.”Sophie went silent for a moment, thinking. “Are you hungry? It’s time for lunch, right?”“I actually am,” Oliver nodded. “So, lunch?”“Lunch,” Sophie nodded back. “I’ll set the destination,” s
Sophie blinked. “You’re the driver?”Oliver nodded, tipping his non-existent hat. “At your service, ma’am.”She was stunned for a moment. It had been a while since she last saw Oliver Blackwood. They had been inseparable as kids, but they naturally drifted apart as they grew older.Sophie and Oliver used to be grouped together as fellow gifted kids. Then Oliver enrolled in a boarding school abroad when they were twelve. As a kid, he was smart, sharp, showing boundless potential. But when Oliver came back again on the eve of Sophie’s high school graduation, he was … different.Not less intelligent, no. If anything, Sophie could swear that he was sharper than before. But the seriou
For the first time in a while, Sophie woke up to see the sun already high in the sky. She walked over to a full body mirror and saw her own reflection, laughing at the sight. She was all over the place. Her eyes red and puffy, bed hair nestled on her head. Mrs. Beckett would have been horrified.But not Sophie—she was free.After a long, hot shower, she walked to the kitchen. Edmund said he stocked up after she first contacted him, asking for a lawyer. Now in the pantry were some oatmeal and canned things, in the fridge some juices, frozen fruit, vegetables, and meat.She whipped up an easy salad—just some microwaved frozen veggies—and topped it with canned tuna, adding a dollop of thousand island dressings. Along with a big glass of cranberry juice, she enjoyed her hearty, very late breakfast.
The next morning came. Adrian woke up with a headache. By habit his hand stretched to the bedside table, trying to grab a glass of warm water. But his hand touched nothing.He lifted his head, eyebrows raised. There should be a glass there.Well. no matter. He called the housekeeper, instructed her to prepare warm water and breakfast to go. Then he stepped to the bathroom to groom himself.When he came out, he checked his phone. Still no contact from Sophie. He debated—should he call her? Or was it too soon and she needed more time still?He dialed anyway. A waste, because Sophie didn't bother to answer. A surge of irritation rose, but he quickly composed himself. If Sophie still needed space, he would gladly grant it. She would be back. Of course she would.
Gone. She was gone. Adrian's breath grew heavy as he stared at the empty parking space. Her Volvo was gone. She rarely drove it. Wherever she went, she went with him.“It’s only right if I’m with you,” she had said. Yet now, she left. So decisively at that. No turning backs, not even giving him a chance to speak.Where did he go wrong? He had been careful. The penthouse and the office were two separate worlds. Sophie never involved herself in company matters. Julia understood discretion better than anyone. Everything had been under control. Should be. What the heck made it fall apart?Sophie loved him. All her words, her smiles, the late-night greetings she offered spoke of complete trust. So why was she talking about divorce?Adrian reached for his phone to call S
Silence stretched. Sophie waited, and waited, and waited, but Adrian remained. The shock was too great. He thought he had the perfect defense. He had never expected Sophie to hold the most damning information of all.“Sophie, I—”“I can’t do this, Adrian. Not anymore,” Sophie cut him off, walking towards her desk’s drawer. “I gave you chances. I thought you’d confess. And what do we have here?” Sophie scoffed. “Reward? Temporary access?”Sophie took out a brown envelope, then threw it before the kneeling Adrian. “Did you take her to the amusement park as a reward, too? Taking her to the cinema? Embracing by the lake? Are those rewards too?”With trembling hands, Adrian took the content of







