It was finally the day of the divorce.
Sophie woke up five minutes before her alarm rang. She made a simple breakfast muffin and the last sachet of hot chocolate—right, she needed to restock it.
Wrapping everything to-go, Sophie walked to the lobby, spotting the driver Edmund sent her the day before. This time, it was an actual driver. Driving a normal inconspicuous car. Sophie giggled for no reason.
“Let’s go,” she said.
Her court was scheduled for nine o’clock. When she arrived, she saw several reporters waiting. More people had solved her clues than expected, but that was fine. That was good.
When her Bentley pulled up in front of the courthouse, those reporters didn’t realize it was hers. Only when she stepped out did they get it, and almost immediately their cameras started to fl
