My Perfect Marriage

Chapter29

Sophia knocks on her door with a demure manner, patiently waiting while the woman inside hastens to open it, unaware of what awaits her. The urgency in her movements makes Sophia wonder if she expects the return of Leon, and a smirk forms as she finds satisfaction in knowing that she is not him. As the door is yanked open, the woman's initially expectant expression and questioning look instantly crumble, giving way to shock. She gasps openly and recoils in fear, taken aback by Sophia's presence. She is clearly unsure of how to react.

"May I come in?" Sophia raises a brow, her tone relaxed and poised, nodding in the direction behind the woman.

"Why? I have nothing to say to you," the woman's defensiveness surfaces instantly. She moves to shut the door, but Sophia firmly catches it with her hand and pushes it hard, knocking the woman back with unexpected force.

"Really? You have the audacity to try and tear apart a marriage, yet you lack the courage to face the wife?" Sophia mocks with disdain, smirking as she elegantly flicks her hair away from her face.

"Whatever you have to say, say it here," the woman tries to appear assertive, squaring her smaller frame and straightening her shoulders. Ignoring her, Sophia brushes past her and enters the apartment. The woman is taken off guard, not anticipating Sophia's actions, and is knocked aside due to Sophia's superior strength and agility.

"I don't think you want your neighbors overhearing what I have to say," Sophia remarks dismissively, striding confidently down a narrow corridor into the small yet modern and orderly apartment. Asserting her presence without hesitation, Sophia feels a twinge of disappointment at the simplicity and confined nature of the space. She scowls at the open doorway of the bedroom, briefly catching a view of the rumpled bed, which triggers a wave of discomfort. She quickly averts her gaze and refocuses her attention on the woman, who follows her into the living room.

"Spit it out... What, do you want me to apologize? Say sorry? For what? I owe you no loyalty. I am not the one who is married. It's you who failed to keep your husband, not me. I have done nothing wrong. He wouldn't have come if he didn't want to be led astray. So, say whatever it is you have to say and leave," the woman challenges, her bristliness and anxious rambling revealing her uptight state. Her voice wavers, and her hands visibly shake, much to Sophia's disappointment. She had hoped for a more formidable opponent. Nevertheless, Sophia maintains her composure, knowing she far surpasses the woman in strength and determination.

Sophia knocks on the woman's door, adopting a demeanor that befits her more demure self. She patiently waits as the woman scurries to open the door, her sense of urgency indicating her uncertainty about what awaits her. Sophia finds satisfaction in the fact that the woman seems to mistake her for Leon, unable to recognize the true identity standing before her. As the door swings open, the woman's expectant expression quickly crumbles, replaced by a look of sheer horror. Sophia throws the pile of photographs onto a nearby coffee table, where they scatter like cards being scattered on a playing board. The sight elicits a gasp of horror from the woman, her eyes widening in disbelief. These photographs, delivered by the private investigator before Sophia arrived, hold immense power over her.

"Do you grasp the repercussions of exposing this affair? His career, family, and reputation will be irreparably damaged. And let's not forget about the potential legal consequences of engaging in a relationship that undermines an ongoing business deal," Sophia gestures toward the pictures, her tone laced with disdain. "These images alone have the power to ruin him should they end up in the wrong hands."

The woman crumbles to her knees, overwhelmed by the sight of the incriminating evidence displayed before her. With a painstaking effort, she picks up each photograph, her tear-filled eyes reflecting a mix of sorrow and fear. Sophia watches her coldly, unaffected by the woman's display of emotions. They hold no sway over her.

"It's rich coming from the woman who stole someone else's husband and attempted to destroy a family. Do you truly believe he loves you? That he would leave me for you? Where is he now?" Sophia lifts a picture from the table with deliberate ease, admiring the image of them walking hand in hand. "He followed me home, and he's there now, trying to repair the damage he caused within his family. If he cared so deeply for you, why didn't he stay with you? Why didn't he tend to you when I confronted you outside?" She raises an eyebrow before dropping the picture to the floor, observing it as it lands with a calm sense of detachment. She rubs her fingers together to remove any traces of its filth, relishing in the wounded expression that flickers across the woman's face.

"He followed you because he was concerned about you. You were a mess. He's not a heartless monster like you are," the woman retorts, scrambling to gather the scattered pictures and then pulling the paperwork closer. Her eyes grow wetter as she reads the lawsuit Sophia intends to file against her, realizing the legal consequences they both could face. With Biotech still in negotiation, Sophia understands the advantage she holds in terms of the legal aspect. If they had only waited until the deal was finalized, the ethical questions surrounding their affair would have been less relevant, merely a moral quagmire.

"You have a choice to make. Stay and fight for your love, and I will single-handedly make you regret it for the rest of your life. Leon will eventually grow to resent the choices he made," Sophia smooths down her lapel and exhales deliberately. "Or... leave, resign from Biotech, sever ties with my husband, and I will provide you with the financial means to start fresh anywhere but here. He will keep his company, his investment deal, and his life. You will become a distant memory, a reminder to him that he should never toy with fire, and we can all forget about this distasteful mistake."