Her Husband's Secret Affair novel Chapter 52

Adam parked his car in front of Alex’s towering iron gate, the tension building in his chest.

He dialed Sophie’s number, hoping she’d answer but the call went straight to voicemail. Frustrated, he scrolled through his contacts and called Emilia.

“Adam?” she answered almost immediately.

“Emilia, I’m at the gate. The guards won’t let me in. Can you help?”

“Drive in. I’ll have them open it,” she said calmly.

Adam heard the faint sound of the gate creaking open. He exhaled, got back into his car, and drove in, the grandeur of Alex’s estate failing to impress him in his current state.

When he reached the courtyard, Emilia stood waiting, her arms crossed but with a soft smile on her face. As he stepped out, she walked toward him and, to his surprise, hugged him.

“This feels… strange,” Adam murmured, patting her back awkwardly.

“Get over it,” she said with a chuckle, pulling away. “You’re here because I believe in second chances, Adam. Don’t make me regret it.”

“I won’t,” he replied, his voice steady.

“Good.” She turned on her heel. “Follow me. Everyone’s waiting.”

Adam’s stomach churned as he walked into the house, each step feeling heavier than the last.

When they entered the living room, his eyes immediately fell on Sophie. She stood beside Alex, her arms crossed over her chest, her gaze piercing through him.

Alex, on the other hand, looked like he’d rather be anywhere else.

The silence in the room was suffocating until Sophie broke it. “Adam, we need to talk. Alone.”

Alex’s jaw tightened, and he shot her a glare. “Do you really think that’s a good idea?”

“Yes,” Sophie said firmly, not breaking eye contact with Adam.

Adam nodded. “Lead the way.”

Sophie walked out of the room, and Adam followed, his heart pounding in his chest. She led him to a smaller sitting room, closing the door behind them.

Sophie turned to face him, her arms still crossed. Her expression was cold, unreadable. “Start talking,” she demanded.

Adam swallowed hard. “Sophie, first, I’m sorry for everything—for the hurt, the confusion, all of it.”

She didn’t respond, her gaze never wavering.

He took a deep breath. “That night with Brenda… it wasn’t what you think.”