تسجيل الدخولTheir dinner ended on an unsatisfactory note.
Adrian had to leave because of a work emergency. Sophie couldn’t even tell if it was real or not—if Adrian was just stealing fractions of time to be with Julia Hall.
“I’ll make it up to you,” Adrian had said.
But it had been two days, and Adrian was nowhere to be found.
Let alone making it up to her, he hadn’t even had a meal at home since. For two days, Sophie slept by herself. This had happened before, back when Adrian was still establishing his company. Sophie had been understanding, so she tried to be now.
But by the third morning, Sophie grew restless.
Sophie really didn’t want to do this. Her role was a calm and understanding wife, not clingy and insecure. But whether it was insecurity or simple curiosity, she couldn’t help but call Adrian.
No. This made sense. An understanding wife would want to know where her husband was after two days of not seeing him.
One call. Two, then three. On the fourth call, Adrian’s phone was turned off altogether. Weird. Adrian had never done this to Sophie’s calls.
So Sophie called Adrian’s assistant.
“Hello, Mrs. Beckett,” the call was picked up on the first ring.
“Good day, Mr. Abbott. Is Adrian with you?”
“No. He went on an emergency business trip.”
“You’re not with him?”
“No, Mrs. Beckett. I’m needed here to act on Mr. Beckett’s behalf.”
“I see… Is it really busy there?”
“Yes,” Mr. Abbott audibly sighed. “One of our partners suddenly encountered a problem and it directly affected their project with us. Mr. Beckett is currently handling it. I believe he is in Wyoming right now.”
“I understand. Would you please tell me when you hear from him? He’s not answering my calls…”
“I will, Mrs. Beckett,” Mr. Abbott replied readily. Almost too readily. But Sophie brushed it off. Mr. Abbott had always been efficient like that.
Wyoming. Sophie tried to recall all of Beckett Holdings’ partners, and see if there were any in Wyoming. She couldn’t. Was it new?
She started typing on her phone. Only two words. “Investigate Wyoming.”
After receiving an affirmative reply, Sophie packed her purse and began to leave for her own office.
Sophie's office was not what people assumed. What began as Adrian's offhand gift—a boutique to keep her occupied—had quietly become something else entirely. New York's upper class wives wore her pieces without knowing her name. She had made sure of that.
“Mrs. Beckett! People from Fash magazine contacted us.”
When facing her cute subordinate, and seeing how energetic they were, Sophie’s heart settled. Her mind immediately shifted focus and now, she was no longer just Mrs. Beckett. Here in her own little respite, she could finally reclaim a bit of ‘Sophie Langham’.
“Really? What did they say?”
Her subordinate, Lyla Orwell, smiled widely. She couldn’t even hide her excitement, seeing how her body trembled. “They want to feature us!”
“That’s good news,” Sophie nodded, her smile wide. “What is the feature about?”
“Timeless Elegance,” Lyla replied, full of energy. “They like our newest loungewear collection. I knew they would. We emphasize so much on the softness and fabric quality, after all. Not to mention,” Lyla stopped, her eyes scanning Sophie’s attire from top to bottom. Her simple white blouse, neat and effortless, combined with her knee-length navy skirt. “Our Mrs. Beckett here always has that graceful, classy look, so of course all the rich people recognize it!”
Sophie chuckled, ushered everyone in. “Well, then we’ll get busy now, right?”
“Of course!” Lyla said, “I will make sure our feature will be the best feature on Fash ever!”
Sophie couldn’t hold her laughter. It was a good decision to come here. This place could always restore her energy.
But as if not allowing even that, her phone rang.
Adrian.
Her muscle memory took place, “Hello, Adrian! I heard from Mr. Abbott. You’re in Wyoming?”
“Yes, I know. Sorry for not telling you. I’ll be back tonight. I swear.” Adrian’s voice came up, breathy and ragged. Without him here, Sophie didn’t even bother to hide her frown.
“I’m sad, Adrian. You used to tell me even the smallest thing. Now you’re all the way in Wyoming and you didn’t even leave a voice note?”
“Yes, sorry,” Adrian sounded apologetic. “Not good, I’ve made my darling sad. What should I do?”
Sophie smiled. The kind that didn’t reach her eyes.
“You’re gone for two days. Isn’t it right that you spent two days with me as a payback?”
She could hear Adrian laughing. “Of course, darling. Everything for you.”
Before Sophie could say anything, she could hear him gasping, followed by a faint voice of a woman, and the call ended abruptly.
Sophie stood there, stunned.
She looked at her phone, then opened her calendar app.
The private investigator she hired had clearly listed information on Julia Hall. Of course, it included her birthday, which falls exactly two days from now.
“Now, my dear Adrian,” Sophie muttered, “let’s see who you will choose.”
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







