The CEO's Rejected Wife And Secret Heir novel Chapter 128

Chapter 128: Chapter 128: War on Sophia

Aria’s POV – Weeks Later

The courthouse was packed. Media, spectators, Sophia’s family—all crammed into the gallery to watch the trial of the year.

"State versus Sophia Clarke" was front-page news. Not just because of the assault charges, but because of who was involved. Two of the city’s most prominent business figures, a drugging scandal, staged photos, and a conspiracy that was still being unraveled.

I sat in the front row behind the prosecution table, dressed in a navy power suit that said professional and not to be messed with. Damien sat beside me, his hand resting on my knee—steady, reassuring. "Are you ready for this?" he murmured.

"More than ready." I watched Sophia being led in by her lawyers. She looked smaller somehow, less polished than her usual self. Good. "Are you?"

"I’ve been ready since the moment I woke up in that hospital." His jaw was tight. "Let’s end this."

The prosecution, led by Assistant DA Rebecca Torres, was ruthless and efficient. She laid out the case methodically: the premeditated planning, the drugging, the staged photos, the attempt to destroy Damien’s reputation and our relationship.

"This was not a crime of passion," Torres said in her opening statement. "This was calculated assault with the intent to defame and destroy. Ms. Clarke drugged Mr. Blackwood, posed his unconscious body for compromising photographs, and then distributed those photographs to media outlets before Ms. Monroe had even arrived at the hotel. This was premeditated, malicious, and criminal."

Sophia’s defense attorney, a slick man named M, tried to paint a different picture.

"My client made mistakes," he argued. "She developed feelings for Mr. Blackwood during their brief relationship years ago—feelings she struggled to move past when he called her about a business matter"

"He didn’t call her," I whispered to Damien.

"I know." His hand tightened on my knee. "That’s already been disproven."

"she hoped for reconciliation. Things escalated. Yes, there was alcohol involved. Yes, photographs were taken. But this was a misunderstanding between two adults, not a criminal assault."

The prosecution’s first witness was the hotel bartender who’d seen Sophia purchasing drinks before Damien arrived. Then the security guard who’d watched her pace the lobby nervously. Then the hotel manager who’d pulled the security footage.

Each piece of evidence built the case: This was planned. This was deliberate. This was an assault.

When Damien took the stand, the courtroom went silent.

"Mr. Blackwood," Torres began. "Can you describe your relationship with the defendant?"

"We had a brief casual encounter several years ago," Damien said clearly. "One night it ended mutually, or so I thought."

"And after that encounter?"

"Ms. Clarke began contacting me frequently. Calls, texts, showing up at my office unannounced. She believed we had a relationship when we didn’t. Eventually, I had to file a restraining order."

A murmur went through the courtroom as Sophia’s face went red.

"You filed a restraining order against Ms. Clarke?" Torres held up documents. "Can you explain the circumstances?"

"She was stalking me." Damien’s voice was steady. "Showing up at my home, at business meetings, at social events. She claimed we were destined to be together, that I just didn’t realize it yet. When she threatened my son"

Another murmur, louder this time.

"I filed the restraining order, which she violated multiple times before this incident."

"Objection!" M jumped up. "The restraining order was dropped due to lack of evidence"

"It was dropped because Mr. Blackwood didn’t want to pursue charges at that time," Torres corrected smoothly. "But the pattern of behavior was documented. Your Honor, I’d like to enter the restraining order and violation reports as evidence."

"Allowed," the judge said.

I watched Sophia’s face crumble as each piece of evidence stacked against her. This wasn’t just about the hotel—this was about years of obsessive behavior finally catching up to her.

When it was my turn to testify, I walked to the stand with my head high.

"Ms. Monroe," Torres began. "When you received the anonymous text about your fiancé at the Riverside Hotel, what was your first thought?"

"That was suspicious," I said clearly.

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