Her Husband's Secret Affair novel Chapter 8

Sophie’s heart raced as she rushed to her closet, pulling out clothes and tossing them into her suitcase with shaking hands.

She was done—done with the lies, done with the games. She had tried to ignore the signs, to convince herself that things could get better, but now, she couldn’t pretend anymore.

Adam was hiding something from her, and whatever it was, it wasn’t something she could ignore any longer.

“I’m done,” Sophie muttered to herself, her voice tight with emotion. She grabbed another dress, shoving it into the suitcase. “I’m done pretending.”

The phone buzzed on the bed, but she ignored it. She couldn’t deal with him right now. She had to get out—away from all the lies.

But the phone kept ringing, its shrill sound drilling into her already-frantic mind.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, she gave in and glanced at the screen. It was Adam.

Her heart skipped a beat, but she didn’t pick up. She couldn’t—she just couldn’t face him right now.

Instead, she focused on her task, taking each piece of clothing and throwing it into her luggage with mechanical precision.

When she was done, she carried the first suitcase downstairs, her legs heavy with exhaustion but her mind made up. She wasn’t going to let him manipulate her any longer. She was leaving.

One by one, she took the bags downstairs, determined to leave as quietly as possible. No one needed to know. Not yet.

But as she pulled the last suitcase down, Sophie saw one of the maids standing at the foot of the stairs, her phone pressed to her ear.

The maid’s eyes widened when she saw Sophie and quickly looked down, muttering something into the phone. Sophie’s eyes narrowed.

“Is she talking to Adams?” Sophie asked, her voice sharp.

The maid looked guilty, but didn’t answer. Sophie’s blood boiled. This was all a game to them, wasn’t it?