Sophia’s POV
I couldn't help but smile as I spoke with my best friend Kayla over the phone. She was the only one back home who was aware of my new phone number.
"Congratulations Sophia!” Kayla exclaimed happily. “I’m sure you did a splendid job. I wish I could be there to see your works being exhibited.”
"Thank you, Kayla. You know I couldn’t have done this without your support.”
I had just entered the hall where visual displays by selected graduate students of Interior Design were being exhibited.
I was immediately greeted by a sea of familiar faces – friends, classmates, and professors – all smiling and congratulating me.
As I moved through the exhibit, the compliments kept coming. “Sophia, your designs are so innovative!” one classmate remarked. “I love how you play with light and space.”
“Thank you! I've been experimenting with new techniques,” I explained, eager to share my process.
Approaching my professor, I was met with a smile of approval. “Sophia, your work is exceptional. You have a bright future ahead of you,” he said, patting me on the back.
I smiled, beaming with pride and joy. Indeed, immersing myself in my studies has paid off very well. I’ve also jumped on all opportunities to take on creative pursuits, joining exhibits like this and even doing a side hustle designing hole-in-the-wall cafes and startup offices.
Last week, our school held a design competition, and to my surprise, I won first place. It was a validation of my talent and hard work, something I never really experienced back home since I got married.
Later on, I felt an arm around my shoulders. “Ready to celebrate, Miss Super Artist?” a familiar male voice said. I turned around to see Daniel grinning at me. “Come on, my treat.”
We headed out of the campus and into our favorite pizza place nearby. Some of our other friends came to join us too. As I settled into my seat, my hand instinctively flew to my belly, caressing it gently. It was showing already, and I was proud of it.
It had been almost three months since I arrived in France, and I couldn't believe how much my life had changed. The vibrant atmosphere, the rich culture, and the artistic ambiance of this city had truly worked their magic on me.
Initially, adjusting to life here was challenging. The language barrier, the unfamiliarity of everything, and being away from home weighed heavily on me. But gradually, I found my rhythm.
“Ready to order?” Daniel asked.
“Of course I’ll have the usual. With extra pepperoni, please!” I quipped happily. Daniel had been a very good friend, and he’d really helped me adjust fast.
Living in Paris had changed me. I felt more confident, more alive. The city had a way of inspiring me, pushing me to new heights. I was becoming the person I had always wanted to be, and it was exhilarating.
As we all laughed together, I zoned out a little and thought about my future plans. Despite the challenges I've faced, I was determined to work even harder, ideally graduating before my baby's first birthday. That way, when I find a job, I can better take care of my little one.
“Another slice, Sophia?” Daniel asked, breaking me out of my thoughts.
I smiled and nodded, feeling grateful for his friendship and support. “Yes, please. This pizza is too good to resist.”
After eating, we went to our favorite store, one that offered a unique selection of books, music, art, and artisanal crafts from around the world.
As I perused the shelves of the cultural boutique, my eyes fell upon a book that stood out among the others. Its cover featured a lineup of young billionaires, and there, among them, was Elijah's handsome profile.
I felt a twinge of recognition, but it was fleeting. Elijah was now like a familiar stranger to me, someone from a past life that felt distant and disconnected. Brushing off the momentary nostalgia, I continued browsing, my focus shifting to other books that piqued my interest.
“Find anything you like?” Daniel quipped from behind me.
“Not yet,” I answered.
My mind drifted back to Elijah for a while. I smiled, feeling free and independent, so different from what my life used to be. I never got in touch with him again after that divorce, and it was definitely liberating.
Sure, I occasionally encountered him on TV and sometimes in magazines and newspapers, but it didn’t bother me anymore like before. I no longer paid much attention.
Glad I immediately changed my number after he called that first time when I’d just gotten here, I thought with relief. I only gave my new number to Daniel and Kayla, and of course to my new contacts here.
Why was he interested in talking to me again, anyway? He had all the chances in the world before, and he never took any. Now it’s too late.
Back in my apartment, I rested for a while before beginning to cook dinner for myself. It all came so easy for me now.
Kayla called. “Hey, there! How’d the opening of the exhibit go?”
“Oh, it was awesome!” I proceeded to tell her about it while I chopped onions on my kitchen countertop.
“Congratulations! You did it again!” she exclaimed over the phone. “I’m just so happy for you. I admire your strength and courage despite everything.”
“Thank you. I’m surviving.”
“With flying colors!” Kayla added. “Hmm… I wonder if it has something to do with…” She trailed off meaningfully, then giggled. I already knew what she was getting at.
I laughed. “Don’t be silly. I already told you we’re just friends.”
Suddenly, as if on cue, I received a message from Daniel on my phone.
“That’s him, isn’t it?” Kayla asked excitedly when she heard the notification during our call. “You know, he’s been sooo good to you, I refuse to believe he has absolutely no feelings for you!”
Sophia’s POV Since my divorce, I've been cautious about relationships. I've learned not to assume anything unless the other person explicitly expresses their feelings. “Kayla, Daniel and I have a platonic friendship, okay?” I insisted. “You just find it hard to believe because you always end up dating your male friends!” We both laughed at that. “Yeah, I guess,” she agreed, giggling. “Remember, let's not speak recklessly,” I reminded her gently. “Okay, my lips are sealed. I won’t ask Daniel, but I hope he eventually opens up to you.” I could practically see her grinning at the other end of the line, even though we were continents apart. “Kayla!” “Don’t worry,” she said with a laugh. “But really, I miss you. I’ll visit you there once my project at Sinclair Realty is done.” “Wow, really?” I paused from my work, feeling a rush of gratitude and warmth. “Yes! I promise! It’s going to be so much fun!” We began to talk about all the things we’d love to see and do together once s
Elijah’s POV I sat at the dining table, absentmindedly picking at the food on my plate. Thoughts of Sophia consumed me. Is Sophia with that man at the moment, enjoying a delicious lunch together in a romantic cafe? Or is she lovingly preparing a meal for him in their very own kitchen? It killed me to picture it in my mind. I remembered all the times she had cooked for me here at home, her dishes always made with such care and attention to detail. Yet, I had never truly appreciated her efforts. The guilt weighed heavily on me as I realized how much I had taken her for granted. The silence in the house only amplified my turbulent emotions, leaving me lost in a whirlwind of jealousy, regret, and longing. It’s been weeks now since I last heard from her. Each passing day only added to my anxiety. She must have changed her contact number, I thought in alarm. Was it because of me? It was hard to swallow and accept. How could she just cut off all ties with me like that? The next day
Sophia’s POVDuring the three months in Paris, I have gradually settled into the rhythm of life here and discovered some joys in my daily routine, such as going to the mall with my friend Daniel.“Don’t you need a new kettle?” Daniel asked, pointing at the display of kitchen equipment. We were strolling in the mall together after our classes at the university, picking out additional stuff for my apartment. “Okay, let’s check it out.” After a successful purchase, I was surprised when Daniel suddenly suggested that we visit the mother and baby section. But I knew I had to face it sooner or later, so I agreed. Would Elijah want this baby? I wondered as I strolled among the cribs, strollers, and tiny outfits. He probably wouldn’t care if he knew. I’m glad I went to Paris where I can be far away from him. “So what do you think? Will it be a boy or a girl?” Daniel asked, smiling and showing me a pair of really tiny shoes. “That’s cute!” I said, taking the shoes and examining them. “I ca
Elijah’s POV Is Sophia seeing someone? Could she be hanging out or laughing with another man right this moment? I kept wondering how she was, and what she was doing. The thought of her being with someone else made me tense. Even though I was busy discussing important matters all day long with our real estate partners in Paris, my mind had kept drifting back to her. Earlier, I’d driven around some of the famous universities in the city, hoping to catch a glimpse of her. It was a long shot, of course, but I just couldn’t help myself. It wasn’t a coincidence that I’d booked a hotel within the vicinity of Latin Quarter, which was a popular neighborhood for foreign students. I didn’t know yet where she was studying, but I could easily have Connor hire an investigator and look up that info for me. But I wasn’t sure yet if I was really going to push through with seeing her or not. As I approached my hotel room, I saw Serena waiting there outside with a mischievous glint in her twinkli
Sophia’s POV I was in a cafe just outside the school campus, enthusiastically discussing a big project with my classmates, when I noticed a luxury car parked on the other side of the street. My heart lurched when I saw a man step out and cross the street toward me. Elijah?! I thought incredulously, squinting through the glass window of the cafe. I had tuned out the voices of the group as I slowly stood up and focused on the man striding in my direction. Is it really him? My mind whirled with confusion. I gasped as he came into focus. Oh, my god. It’s him. What’s he doing here? Without thinking, my hand went to the bulge on my stomach. “Excuse me, I’ll be back,” I muttered to my classmates and felt an urgent need to escape. I had to get as far away from him as possible! Just then, I saw Serena come out of the car behind Elijah. Her beach waves blew gently in the wind as she joined him and linked her fingers with his. I can’t believe they came to Paris together, I thought bitter
Sophia’s POV Daniel barged into my apartment. “Let her go!” he shouted at Elijah. Elijah reluctantly stepped away. More tears filled my eyes. “What’s happening, Sophia?” Daniel asked as he came over to my side, looking like he wanted to punch Elijah. “It’s nothing,” I whispered, brushing away my tears with the back of my hand and trying to control my overwhelming emotions. As Daniel arrived, a wave of calm washed over me, settling my restless mind. In that moment, I realized that without him, I might have crumbled and confided everything to Elijah. Daniel turned toward Elijah. I could see his mouth twitching, as if he was trying to hold back his angry, sharp-edged words. His stance showed that he was doing his best not to cause any more trouble. And yet, at the same time, he wanted to protect me. Elijah began to calm down, to my relief. I could see him struggling to control himself. “You and I have got to talk,” he said sternly to Daniel. “Outside.” “Fine,” Daniel answered
Sophia’s POV I was glad when Elijah and Daniel came back in, so that I did not have to deal with Serena anymore. Yet at the same time, I was worried and curious about what they had talked about. Glancing at Daniel, I noticed he avoided meeting my eyes. Elijah, on the other hand, seemed composed but his gaze on me was intense, as if he had something important to say. “We better go now, Elijah,” Serena suddenly quipped, sounding more cheerful now. She grabbed his hand and began pulling him to the door. “Bye, everyone. It was great talking to you.” I looked at her incredulously, wondering how she could act like that after everything that had occurred. I let out a sigh of relief as soon as they were out of sight. I felt tired and stressed, so I plopped down on the sofa and leaned back, closing my eyes for a little bit. “Are you alright?” Daniel asked with concern, sitting beside me. I opened my eyes and gave him a faint smile. “Just tired, but I’ll be fine.” He nodded. “Maybe I
Elijah’s POV “Let her go!” Those were the words that came out of Daniel’s mouth when he stormed into Sophia’s apartment. The way he rushed to her protectively and how he looked at her lovingly, was just all too familiar. Sophia’s boyfriend, I thought bitterly. As I watched them interact, I could tell how close they were and how deeply in love this man was with my wife. I wanted to push him away from her, to punch him in the face repeatedly until he bled. But I knew it wouldn’t help my situation with Sophia. So instead, I looked away and took a few deep breaths, trying to calm down. I tried to control the surge of emotions that threatened to overwhelm me. Finally, I told Daniel, “You and I have got to talk. Outside.” As Daniel and I stood in the hallway outside Sophia's apartment, I couldn't hold back the question burning in my mind. "Are you and Sophia... dating?" I asked, trying to keep my tone casual despite the knot of emotions in my chest. He didn’t answer at once, so