Her Husband's Secret Affair novel Chapter 36

Sophie’s hands trembled slightly as she zipped up her suitcase, staring at the room she had called home for the past few week. The walls seemed to close in on her, the silence louder than ever. It was time.

She had decided. There was no turning back now.

She moved with purpose, gathering her belongings into the neatly packed suitcase, and pulled her coat over her shoulders, feeling the weight of the decision pressing down on her.

Her chest tightened with every step as she made her way toward the door.

As she reached the threshold, she paused, looking back at the lavish space she was about to leave behind. It had been a place of both comfort and pain—so many memories, good and bad. But Sophie had to move on.

The head maid stepped into the hallway just as Sophie was about to leave. Her eyes widened when she saw the suitcase and the packed bag in Sophie’s hand. “Sophie?” she asked with concern. “Is everything okay?”

Sophie forced a smile, one that didn’t reach her eyes. “Oh, everything’s fine,” she said brightly, despite the weight in her heart. “I’m just leaving for a while. I’ll be visiting soon, though. Don’t worry about me.”

The maid looked at her, clearly skeptical, but nodded. “Take care of yourself, Miss Sophie,” she said softly, her voice tinged with a sense of finality. “If you need anything, don’t hesitate to reach out.”

Sophie gave a small wave and hurried out the door. She could feel the maid’s eyes on her as she walked to the waiting car outside.

Once she slid into the backseat and closed the door behind her, Sophie let out a long sigh. It was over.

The car started with a soft hum, and Sophie leaned back into the plush seat, exhaustion sweeping over her. It had been a long day, and her mind was spinning with thoughts of what would come next.

She closed her eyes, trying to relax, the soft hum of the engine lulling her into a state of calm.

But just as she was about to doze off, something felt off. She opened her eyes, looking around the unfamiliar surroundings, and realized with a sinking feeling that the car wasn’t heading toward the hotel.

“S-stop the car!” she demanded, sitting up straight and trying to get a better look at the road ahead.

The driver didn’t respond. He didn’t even glance at her through the rearview mirror. Sophie’s pulse quickened.

Her hand instinctively moved toward her phone, but before she could even think about reaching for it, the driver’s voice cut through the silence.

“Stay quiet,” he said in a low, menacing tone, his voice flat. He didn’t even look at her when he spoke, but the deadly calm in his words sent chills down Sophie’s spine. “I have a gun. Don’t make any sudden moves, and we’ll be fine.”

Sophie’s heart skipped a beat. A gun? She froze, her stomach lurching with fear.