I Ctrl+Alt+Deleted My Ex and Ctrl+C'd His Uncle novel Chapter 32

**Through Silent Meadows We Trace Stories Left Behind Yesterday by Asa Rowan Flint**

Sophie offered Liam not a single ounce of compassion.

The tension in the air was palpable as Liam tightened his jaw, wrestling with a storm of emotions brewing within him. Yet, after a moment’s struggle, he chose to suppress his fury. “Sophie, I understand that you’re upset,” he said, his voice steady but laced with hurt. “I’ll leave for now. Just know that I’ll return when you’re ready to talk.”

With that, he turned on his heel and walked away, each step heavy with disappointment. Sophie didn’t so much as cast a glance in his direction, her gaze fixed firmly on the floor, as if it held all the answers to her turmoil.

Once the door clicked shut behind him, Sophie returned to her room, seeking solace in her design drafts. She settled into her workspace, surrounded by crumpled papers and scattered pencils, when her phone buzzed unexpectedly, breaking the silence.

“You’re welcome,” read the message from Marcus, a reminder of their recent interaction.

She glanced at the screen, a flicker of irritation crossing her features, before tossing her phone aside as if it were a troublesome fly. With renewed focus, she delved back into her sketches, the lines and curves of her designs taking shape beneath her deft hands.

Meanwhile, in his office, Marcus stared at the blue light of his phone, the message he had sent barely five minutes ago lingering in his mind. His brow furrowed, a shadow passing over his face as he realized she hadn’t responded. Feeling a mix of frustration and concern, he set the device down and redirected his attention to the work at hand.

Thanks to Marcus’s calculated maneuvers, the scandal surrounding Lena had dominated headlines for an entire week, slowly fading from public consciousness like a distant memory.

During that tumultuous week, Lena had become a social pariah, too humiliated to venture outside, her world shrinking to the confines of her home.

In stark contrast, Sophie threw herself into her design work, pouring her energy into her sketches. Day and night blurred into one as she worked tirelessly, her creativity flowing like an endless river.

Finally, late one night, she completed her draft and, with a surge of determination, sent it off to the Starlight Cup organizers via email. The competition was fierce, and only the best would make it past the online screening to the final round.

Just as she was about to succumb to exhaustion and rest her weary eyes, a sudden and sharp cramp seized her lower abdomen, followed by an alarming warmth.

Panic surged through her veins like ice. “Zack, I’m bleeding!” she gasped into the phone, her voice trembling with fear.

Zack’s demeanor shifted instantly. “Where are you? I’m on my way!” he replied, urgency threading through his voice.

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