Emma quickly stepped forward and grabbed her hands.
“Sophia—”
“I didn’t even realize when I started having feelings for him,” Sophia whispered hoarsely. “I didn’t even know when it happened… but I guess… this is the end.”
Her voice cracked completely.
Emma wrapped her arms around her and pulled her into a tight hug.
Sophia’s body was stiff at first, as if she didn’t know how to respond. Then she collapsed into it, her fingers clutching Emma’s coat. Her breathing came out uneven, her chest rising and falling rapidly.
“I’m going to talk to Mrs. Graves,” she continued between tears. “She already knows about the contract marriage. I’ll ask her to help me end it… I’ll end this marriage.”
Chapter 9 Already Divorced?
The CEO office at Empire of Diamonds was silent.
Magnus sat behind his desk, staring at the documents in front of him. His pen moved across the file, signing mechanically, but every few seconds, his hand drifted toward his phone.
He tapped the screen.
No calls. No messages.
His jaw tightened.
He opened the news again. The scandal about him and Celia at the hotel was still trending.
Headlines screamed about the affair. Photos circulated everywhere.
The more he looked, the darker his expression became.
Finally, he slammed his pen onto the desk. The phone clattered loudly in the quiet room.
“Even with this bullshit all over the internet,” he growled, his eyes blazing, “she hasn’t even called to ask about it? Not one damn call?”
His fist slammed against the desk.
“Doesn’t she care at all?”
His chest rose and fell heavily. He dragged a hand through his hair, trying to calm down.
After a moment, he muttered under his breath, “She probably hasn’t seen the news yet.”
A frown formed on his face.
“She’s always busy with work. She probably doesn’t even touch her phone that often.”
He almost convinced himself. A faint smile touched his lips.
Just then, the office door swung open.
His head snapped up.
Sophia stormed inside.
She wasn’t dressed in her usual formal work attire. No elegant dress. No jewelry. No polished look. Instead, she wore a white pleated mini skirt with a slim cashmere sweater tucked neatly at the waist.
For a brief second, something like pleasure flickered in his chest. This was the first time she had come into his office like this. He felt strangely… territorial. As if she had stepped into his personal space.
