“I made the appointment for tomorrow,” Daniel said coldly, not meeting her eyes.
Sophie’s heart nearly stopped. “What appointment?”
He didn’t hesitate. “The clinic. We agreed it’s best.”
“No, we didn’t agree on anything. You decided,” she whispered, her voice breaking.
For weeks, Daniel had been distant. He stopped kissing her goodbye in the mornings, stopped asking about her cravings or nausea. Her six-month belly—once kissed tenderly every night—was now invisible to him. Then Sophie overheard the whispers: Daniel and Veronica. His new “business partner.” Younger, ruthless, wealthy, and childless.
“I’m not going to do it,” Sophie said, trembling.
“You have no choice,” he snapped. “If you want to keep your place in this house, you will.”
Tears filled her eyes. “You mean, if I want to keep you.”
He didn’t answer, just slammed the door behind him.
That night, Sophie packed a small suitcase. No goodbye letters, no tears. Just the essentials: her unborn babies and her fierce determination.
Before dawn, she left.
Five years later—
The sleek engine of a luxury car purred as it rolled into the quiet town Sophie had fled years ago.
In the backseat, two small boys sat side by side, dressed in matching navy suits, eyes wide with curiosity and silent strength that mirrored their mother’s. Their small hands gripped hers tightly.
“Ready, boys?” Sophie asked, catching their eyes in the rearview mirror.
They nodded.
“We’re going to meet your father.”
Her heart thundered in her chest. She hadn’t returned for pity or drama. Not for revenge either.
She came back for the truth.
And for justice.
Daniel Weston hadn’t changed much—still sharp suits, the same arrogant smile as he stepped out of his silver sports car in front of the towering glass building bearing his name: Weston, Crane & Morgan.
But when his eyes met Sophie’s standing on the sidewalk, his confident facade cracked.
His face drained of color as he saw the two boys beside her.
“Sophie?” he stammered.
“Hi, Daniel,” she said calmly, strength in her voice. “It’s been a long time.”
He glanced around nervously. “What are you doing here?”
“I’m back,” she said. “And they wanted to meet their father.”
His gaze flickered between the twins and her face. “This can’t be…”
“Oh, but it is,” Sophie said with a cold smile. “You didn’t get what you wanted, Daniel. I didn’t do what you demanded.”
“You lied to me?”
“I protected them—from you.”
Daniel exhaled sharply. “We can talk. Not here.”
Sophie nodded. “Fine. At my place. I won’t let them anywhere near your house yet.”
Back in the modest rental apartment she had prepared, Daniel sat tensely across from her while the twins played quietly nearby.
“You know I could sue you for custody,” he hissed.
Sophie met his eyes, unflinching.
“Not this time,” she said softly. “This time, I have a plan.”