Discovering love after divorce

**SOPHIE MADSON’S POV**

I knock on the company director's office door, and he promptly permits me to enter. I walk towards him quickly, and the man looks at me impartially.

"Can I leave a little earlier, Mr. Hills?" I carefully ask my boss.

"I still need you to reorganize the contracts, Sophie," he replies thoughtfully.

"I promise everything will be ready by tomorrow," I insist.

"Okay, fine," he authorizes.

I leave there excitedly, eagerly anticipating the agreed-upon time to leave. I check the clock; I've lost count of how many times I've done that today. I'm anxious to go home.

Today marks one year of marriage with Hector, and I want to prepare a beautiful surprise. I've always been romantic, striving to keep the relationship alive and dedicated to him. I've always wanted to be a good wife and thought about building a family. I've been working hard to pay off the apartment we're living in so we can plan to have children, juggling work and the relationship.

After half an hour, I recheck the clock, and now it's time to go. I grab my belongings quickly, take the elevator down, and bump into some furniture because I'm almost running toward the exit. I need to buy some things before getting home.

I stopped by a store to buy new lingerie, wine, and chocolates. I want a romantic dinner and a special night with him. Furthermore, I'm now sitting in the taxi's passenger seat, swinging my legs out of anxiety, a habit when I'm nervous.

When the taxi stops in front of my apartment, I quickly pay the fare, and as I get out, I struggle to carry all those things in just two arms but miraculously manage to balance everything, though not easily.

After making the whole journey and reaching the apartment door, I make an effort to insert the keys and finally open the door. When I'm inside my home, I hear strange noises, furrow my brow in confusion, and slowly walk towards my bedroom, where the noises come from.

As I approach the room, I push the partially open door and witness the most depressing scene I could ever see there. All the things I still hold in my hands fall to the ground, and the wine bottle shatters into numerous pieces and dirties the entire floor.

Hector is on our bed, accompanied by another woman, and they are both undressed. My eyes start to fill with tears out of sheer anger, my body trembles, and I stand still, entirely shocked by the sight before me.

"Sophie, it's not what... Calm down," he jumps off the bed and moves towards me.

I look at him, but my eyes burn. The woman covers herself with my blankets, and he hastily puts on his underwear.

He managed to bring some woman to my bed, into my apartment, and they are intimate under my sheets. I'm about to do something crazy.

"Darling, let me explain..." he approaches.

Without thinking twice, after he approached, I slapped him so hard that my hand would be sore the next day. The precise blow stuns him.

"You bastard, disgusting... in my apartment? In my home?" I scream, going after him.

He tries to defend himself, and the woman takes advantage of the opportunity to escape, running and grabbing her clothes. However, I don't pay much attention to that woman because I focus on the scoundrel who is betraying me.

"Sophie, let's talk..." he pleads.

I deliver a precise kick between his legs, hitting his testicles, and he falls to the ground, writhing in pain.