Her Husband's Secret Affair novel Chapter 34

“Sophie, open the door!” Alex’s voice rang out, low and insistent. He had been standing in front of her door for what felt like hours, banging his fist against the door, frustration rising with each passing minute.

“Sophie!” he called again, his patience thinning.

There was no answer. Not a sound, not even a faint shuffle behind the door. His jaw clenched, the muscles in his neck twitching.

She was mad, he knew it. But this was ridiculous. He wasn’t going to leave without seeing her.

BANG. BANG. BANG. He struck the door one more time, harder this time, and then waited.

His heart thudded in his chest as he heard the faint sound of the door unlocking. Finally.

The door creaked open slowly, just enough for Sophie to peer through. But she didn’t say a word. She stood there, her arms crossed, her face unreadable.

Alex stood there for a moment, catching his breath, his anger simmering beneath the surface. He noticed the way she refused to meet his eyes.

“Can we talk?” he asked, his voice softer now, but his tone was still firm. He didn’t want to yell at her, but damn it, he was fed up.

Without a word, Sophie turned her back on him and walked into the living room, leaving the door wide open. Alex followed, his brows furrowing as he watched her move away from him.

He stepped inside and closed the door behind him. “You’re not even going to say anything?”

Sophie didn’t turn around. She busied herself with straightening a picture frame on the coffee table, acting as if he weren’t standing right there.

Her silence was suffocating, and it was beginning to gnaw at Alex. He had never been good with silence. Especially not with her.

“I’m sorry for losing my temper earlier,” he said, his voice trying to soften, to coax her into responding. But Sophie didn’t even flinch. “Sophie…”

When she still didn’t acknowledge him, Alex’s patience snapped. “You asked me to pretend to be your boyfriend,” he said, his voice rising, though he tried to control it. “And now you’re mad at me for doing what you asked?”

At that, Sophie finally turned to face him, her face a mixture of hurt and anger. “I didn’t ask you to go around talking about marriage,” she shot back, her words sharp. “And I sure as hell didn’t ask you to punch Adam.”

Alex froze, a flash of guilt crossing his features. She was right. He shouldn’t have let his anger get the better of him, not with Adam, not with anyone.

But the thought of Adam and the way he’d treated her… it had driven him to the edge.

He opened his mouth to apologize, but Sophie wasn’t finished.

Sophie swallowed hard, the lump in her throat growing. She didn’t want to hear this.

She didn’t want to accept it. But she couldn’t ignore the truth. This wasn’t working. She had known it for a while, but hearing Alex say it out loud felt like a final blow.

A long silence filled the room. Neither of them moved. Neither of them spoke. It was like the air itself was holding its breath, waiting for something to change.

Finally, Sophie shook her head, her eyes wet with unshed tears.

She whispered, her voice barely audible. “If you think it’s for the best… then I guess I don’t have a choice, do I?”

Alex’s face softened at her words, but he didn’t take a step closer. He just stood there, his body tense. “I’m sorry, Sophie. I really am.”

And with that, Sophie turned away from him, walking toward the door, her heart heavy, her mind spinning. She reached for the doorknob and stopped just before she opened it.

“I’m going to leave,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

Alex hesitated, his heart pounding in his chest. But Sophie didn’t wait for him to say anything else. She opened the door, and with one last look, she stepped outside.