Chapter 109

#109 “I won’t Bother You Anymore.”

The tension in the air crackled as Sophia crossed her arms, leaning against the doorframe. Alexander stood awkwardly on the other side of the threshold, uncertainty etched across his face. The weight of the unspoken words hung heavily between them.

“Look, Sophia, I need you to understand,” Alexander began.

Sophia raised an eyebrow, feigning indifference. “Understand what? That you and Megan were just having a friendly drink and a midnight chat?” Her tone was laced with skepticism, a defense mechanism to mask the turmoil within.

Alexander sighed, the creaking of the door echoing the tension in the room, and he ran a hand through his hair. ” Sophia, nothing happened between us. I got drunk, and Megan helped me back here. That’s it.”

Sophia’s eyes narrowed, her walls still firmly in place. “Oh, how heartwarming. You and Megan, the best of buddies. But, really, Alexander, you expect me to believe nothing happened? You two disappearing together, and then I find out you spent the night?”

Alexander’s frustration simmered beneath the surface. He felt the need to convey more than just words; he needed Sophia to see the truth in his eyes. “It’s not like that. You know we have history, and it’s complicated. But last night… it was just a mess.”

Sophia, refusing to let her guard down, shrugged nonchalantly. “Complicated history, sure. But hey, it’s none of my business who you sleep with. Friends can do that, right?”

As he searched Sophia’s eyes for a hint of understanding, Alexander’s internal thoughts raced. She has to believe me. I can’t lose her over something that didn’t happen. How did it come to this?

“Sophia, it’s not about sleeping with her. I need you to believe me, nothing like that happened.”

Sophia’s facade wavered for a moment, but she controlled herself. “Why are you here explaining yourself to me? You are a grown up man Alexander. Do as you please.” She chuckled, a bitter edge to her laughter.

“So, you don’t care? You don’t want to know what happened yesterday?” Alexander asked her.

“No.”

Despite the emotional storm brewing, Sophia’s indifference cast a shadow over the room, making the situation even more tense.

Alexander, wearing his heart on his sleeve, had assumed that their relationship was finally evolving.

They had navigated the ups and downs, and in his mind, it was time to take things to the next level.

Yet, the indifference radiating from Sophia hit him like a ton of bricks.

Alexander took a deep breath, ready to continue the struggle to bridge the growing gap between them.

“Sophia, I thought… I thought we were moving forward, you know? After everything we’ve been through.”

The subtle play of shadows on Sophia’s face revealed a flicker of vulnerability before she controlled herself. “Moving forward? Alexander, we’re just here. Where we’ve always been. No need to read into things.”

Alexander’s frustration bubbled to the surface. “No need to read into things? Sophia, we’ve been through a lot, and I thought we were on the same page.”

Sophia, seemingly unfazed, twirled a strand of her hair absentmindedly. ” Same page? Look, Alex, it’s not that complicated. We’re just friends, right? No need to complicate things.”

Alexander’s eyes reflected a mix of hurt and confusion. “Friends? After everything? I thought we had something more.”

Sophia’s indifference remained steadfast. “We’re fine the way we are. No need to make it into a big deal.”

For Alexander, those words were a blow to the gut. It was as if all the efforts, the shared moments, and the hope he had invested in their connection were rendered meaningless. The room echoed with a heavy silence.

But in Alexander’s eyes, there was a flicker of something more-a realization that the narrative he had crafted in his mind about their relationship didn’t align with Sophia’s perspective. The emotional disconnection widened.

The air between Alexander and Sophia crackled with unspoken tension. Determined to peel away Sophia’s calm facade, Alexander took a deep breath, ready to drop the bombshell that he hoped would shake her indifference.

“So, Sophia, you know what Megan proposed to me last night?” Alexander asked, his tone full with frustration.

Sophia, with an air of studied nonchalance, looked up from her phone. “Oh, do enlighten me,” she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. Her eyes met his, revealing nothing but a poker face.

Feeling a twinge of irritation, Alexander continued, “Megan proposed a marriage contract. Can you believe that?”

Sophia’s response was far from what he expected. She shrugged, a dismissive gesture that caught him off guard.” Why are you telling me this? It’s none of my business, Alexander.”

Her indifference stung more than he cared to admit. “None of your business? Sophia, this involves you too. Megan wants us to announce our engagement.

Sophia’s lips curled into a sardonic smile. “Well, if Megan wants you to wear a pink tutu and dance the cha- cha, would that be my business too?”

Alexander’s frustration simmered beneath the surface. “Sophia, this is serious. Megan thinks it’s a good deal for both of us.”

Sophia crossed her arms, a picture of indifference. “Good deal? You’re a grown man, Alexander. Make your own decisions. I couldn’t care less about your deals with Megan.”

Her coldness struck a nerve. Alexander, desperate to elicit any emotional response, pushed further.

“Don’t you have anything to say about it? Doesn’t it bother you?”

Sophia met his gaze with a cool detachment. “Bother me? Why would it? If you want to marry Megan, go ahead. It’s your life.”

The words landed like a punch to the gut, but Alexander refused to back down. “You’re lying, Sophia. I know you better than that. There’s got to be something.”

She smiled. “You don’t know me, Alexander. And frankly, I don’t know why you’re bothering me with your Megan drama.”

Alexander, feeling a surge of frustration and hurt, took a step back.” Fine, Sophia. I get it. I won’t bother you anymore.”

As he angrily left her doorstep, slamming the door behind him, Sophia’s calm exterior finally cracked.

She sank onto the couch, a mixture of emotions swirling within her. Unbeknownst to Alexander, her indifferent facade had been a shield against the storm of conflicting feelings.

Meanwhile, Alexander, fueled by a sense of desperation, pulled out his phone and dialed Megan’s number. “I accept your offer,” he said, the weight of his decision settling in his chest.

On the other end of the line, Megan’s voice carried triumph and satisfaction. “Smart choice, Alexander.

We’re going to be a power couple, taking control of Horizon Media Holdings. Just imagine the possibilities.”

Despite the gravity of his decision, a sense of emptiness lingered within Alexander. The victory Megan painted felt hollow, and the image of Sophia’s cold indifference haunted him.