I Ctrl+Alt+Deleted My Ex and Ctrl+C'd His Uncle novel Chapter 57

**Through Silent Meadows We Trace Stories Left Behind Yesterday by Asa Rowan Flint 57**

**Chapter 57**

Liam found himself standing there, paralyzed by disbelief, as his heart thundered in his chest. The scene before him was nothing short of a nightmare, a vivid tableau of intimacy that he had never anticipated witnessing between the two individuals he held most dear.

When had Zack and Sophie crossed the threshold from mere acquaintances to something so deeply personal? The gnawing realization clawed at his insides, twisting and turning like a serpent tightening its grip with every second that passed. It was a betrayal he hadn’t seen coming, and the weight of it settled heavily on his shoulders.

Zack, the ever-diplomatic peacemaker, seemed to sense the brewing storm that hung thick in the air. He stepped forward, urgency etched across his features. “Liam,” he urged, his voice low but firm, “Sophie looks shaken. You really should take her away from here. Now.” The tension in his voice was palpable, a clear indication of the gravity of the situation.

Liam felt the oppressive weight of the moment pressing down on him like a leaden blanket. The thought of a photograph slipping out, a snapshot capturing this moment of scandal, sent chills down his spine. It would explode into a media frenzy, the headlines screaming about the Morgan family’s uncle and nephew embroiled in a scandal over a woman. The mere idea was enough to make him feel nauseous.

“Sophie,” he said softly, trying to keep his voice steady, “let me take you home. You might catch a chill out here.” He extended his hand toward her, hoping for a sign of acceptance. But instead of moving closer, Sophie instinctively leaned toward Marcus, creating an invisible wall between them that felt insurmountable.

Marcus stood there, silent and inscrutable, but the icy glint in his eyes shot a warning straight through Liam. It was as if a cold wave of ice water had seeped into his veins, paralyzing him with fear and confusion.

Behind them, a group of privileged heirs exchanged glances, their expressions a mix of shock and a twisted amusement. Was Marcus truly trying to steal away his nephew’s fiancée? The thought was absurd, yet the tension in the air suggested a far more complicated narrative.

With a slow, deliberate movement, Liam turned to face Marcus, locking eyes in a silent duel of wills. The air crackled with hostility, an electric charge that made the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end. In that fleeting moment, the pieces of the puzzle began to snap into place.

The woman he had glimpsed in Marcus’s room. Sophie’s sudden closeness to him… Could it be that Sophie had seduced his own uncle? The realization hit him like a punch to the gut, leaving him breathless.

“Sophie… Uncle Marcus… you two—” Liam’s voice trembled, the words barely escaping his lips.

Instantly, Sophie frowned, her expression shifting as she grasped Liam’s hand tightly, her grip firm and unyielding. “Let’s go,” she urged, her tone leaving no room for argument, as if she were trying to pull him away from a precipice.

Still reeling from the shock, Liam allowed her to lead him away, his mind racing with a tempest of emotions that threatened to engulf him. Behind them, Marcus’s gaze followed their tightly clasped hands, his face darkening with a palpable anger that sent a shiver down Liam’s spine.

“Where’s Celine?” Marcus’s voice sliced through the tension like a knife, chilling Liam to the core.

In a swift, almost frantic motion, Zack shoved Celine and her friends into a room, urgency etched across his features. “Marcus, they’re all here. Not one is missing,” he confirmed, his tone steady despite the chaos that seemed to swirl around them.

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