The Man Who Destroyed Me Is Now Begging to Mend Me 1

Sophia Evans’s world shatters when she discovers that Emily Evans, her husband Lucas Westwood’s first love, has returned. At Lucas’s birthday party, Sophia arrives with a gift, only to witness Emily being cruelly humiliated by Lucas’s childhood friends. Despite the torment, Emily shows a defiant spirit, while Lucas watches silently, his emotions hidden beneath a calm exterior. Sophia is painfully reminded of her own past suffering at the hands of these men, who had once tormented her to please Emily.

The story reveals the complicated history between Lucas, Emily, and Sophia. Lucas had married Sophia out of spite after Emily, revealed as a fake heiress, rejected his mid-flight proposal. For three years, Sophia lived as a mere substitute, overshadowed by Emily’s lingering presence. However, in recent months, Lucas appeared to genuinely care for Sophia, showering her with love and gifts, and even expressing hopes for their future child—a pregnancy Sophia was now secretly carrying, intending to surprise Lucas on his birthday.

The tense atmosphere escalates when one of Lucas’s friends, Ryan, attempts to assault Emily, prompting Lucas to violently intervene and claim Emily as his own, despite having married Sophia. Sophia’s attempt to protect Emily results in her falling and experiencing severe pain, leading to a hospital visit where she learns her baby is safe but her condition is fragile. Meanwhile, Lucas prioritizes Emily’s comfort over Sophia’s distress, deepening the emotional rift between them.

Sophia’s hopes for a loving relationship with Lucas are crushed as he chooses Emily over her and their unborn child. After returning home from the hospital, Sophia sees a tweet from Emily, symbolizing Emily’s hold over Lucas and their shared past. The story ends with Sophia grappling with betrayal and heartbreak, haunted by Lucas’s broken promises and the painful reality of her place in his life.

Sophia Evans felt her entire world begin to fracture the instant she heard the devastating news—the woman her husband, Lucas Westwood, had never truly moved on from was back in their lives.

When Sophia arrived at the hotel’s exclusive VIP suite, clutching a carefully wrapped gift, she was met with a scene that stopped her cold. There, in the center of the room, was Lucas’s first love—Emily Evans—being cruelly humiliated by his childhood friends.

“Lick the wine off my shoe, Emily. I’ll give you thirty thousand dollars for it,” one sneered, his tone dripping with mockery.

Forced to her knees, Emily’s eyes shimmered with tears, but there was a stubborn defiance burning within them as she glanced shamefully toward Lucas.

Lucas stood silently nearby, his face dark and unreadable, his anger carefully restrained beneath a veneer of calm.

Sophia froze mid-step, the painful familiarity of the scene crashing over her like a tidal wave.

Three years earlier, when she had first been welcomed into the Evans family, those very same privileged men had tormented her in exactly the same way, all to win favor with Emily.

But back then, Lucas’s expression had not been one of heartbreak—it had been something colder, more distant.

“There you are,” Lucas said the moment he spotted Sophia, sliding his arm possessively around her waist in a display of intimacy.

Yet only Sophia could feel the desperate tension in his grip—a silent confession of the pain he was desperately trying to hide.

Lucas’s childhood friends had booked the entire venue to celebrate his birthday, but Sophia had never expected Emily to appear here, of all places.

Everyone knew the truth: Lucas had married Sophia purely to spite Emily.

Three years ago, Emily’s true identity as a fake heiress was exposed, and she broke things off with Lucas immediately, walking away from the Evans family for good.

But Lucas had chased her to the airport, boarded her departing flight, and forced the plane—already airborne—to turn back.

Right there, mid-flight, he had proposed to Emily.

To his shock, Emily had refused without hesitation, insisting that the arranged marriage should be honored by the Evans family’s true heiress.

Humiliated and acting out of spite, Lucas had then married Sophia instead.

For three long years, Sophia had lived as a mere stand-in for Emily. Whispers followed her everywhere, suggesting that if Emily ever returned, Lucas would discard Sophia without a second thought.

Sophia herself had once believed that to be true—but over the past six months, something had changed. Lucas seemed to be genuinely falling for her.

He had made grand declarations of love in the press, showered her with luxury homes and expensive cars, and even replaced the cherry tree he had once planted for Emily with a garden blooming with red roses.

In their most tender moments, he would lean close and whisper in her ear, “Let’s have a baby, Sophie. I hope they have your smile.”

Sophia’s fingers absentmindedly brushed her stomach as she clutched the gift box a little tighter.

Inside was a positive pregnancy test—meant to be Lucas’s birthday surprise. But now, the timing felt painfully wrong.

“You still think you’re the Evans family princess, Emily? Lucas only has eyes for Sophia now. Why don’t you come with me? A pretty thing like you deserves to be treated right,” sneered Ryan Shaw, one of Lucas’s friends.

He yanked Emily onto his lap, his hands already roaming over her.

“Get your hands off me!” Emily cried out, struggling against Ryan’s grasp as humiliation flared through her.

Her resistance only seemed to excite Ryan more. In one swift motion, he shoved her down onto the couch, pinning her beneath his powerful frame.

Horrified that Ryan would assault Emily right in front of Lucas, Sophia sprang to her feet to intervene—only to be shoved aside as Lucas surged forward.

As she stumbled, her hands instinctively reached for Lucas’s arm, but he shook her off harshly.

She fell to the floor with a painful thud, a sharp jolt radiating from her tailbone deep into her womb.

Through the haze of pain, she saw Lucas grab Ryan by the collar, dragging him away from Emily and pounding his face with merciless fists.

“You’ve crossed the line, Ryan. Emily belongs to me. Even if I cast her aside, she will never be yours to touch,” Lucas snarled.

His words hung heavily in the air, freezing the room in stunned silence.

Sophia stared at Lucas in disbelief, her mind racing—where did she now stand in his life, now that he had openly claimed Emily as his?

All eyes in the room were riveted to the scene. Some watched with cruel delight, others simply captivated by the unfolding drama.

Doubled over in pain, Sophia suddenly felt a warm wetness spreading beneath her. Her face drained of color as a cold wave of dread gripped her heart.

“Honey, my stomach hurts,” she said, turning to Lucas with desperation in her voice. “Please, take me to the hospital.”

Without even sparing her a glance, Lucas removed his jacket and gently draped it over Emily’s shoulders.

Nestled in his arms, Emily’s voice trembled as she whispered, “Lucas, I’m scared. Please get me out of here.”

“Don’t worry,” he murmured, holding her close. “I won’t let anyone hurt you.”

Scooping Emily into his arms, Lucas carried her out of the room, completely ignoring Sophia’s pain-wracked form trembling on the floor.

Perched comfortably on his shoulder, Emily looked down at Sophia’s crumpled figure, a victorious smile curling her lips.

The onlookers murmured among themselves, still savoring the drama they had just witnessed.

“Emily’s definitely the one for Lucas. He hasn’t taken his eyes off her all night.”

“The way Lucas looks at her… I thought it was hatred, but it’s clearly something far more complicated.”

“Who could resist someone like her? I certainly wouldn’t be able to stay mad.”

“Poor Sophia. She was just a side character in their twisted love story.”

At the mention of Sophia’s name, the crowd suddenly remembered her presence, their attention shifting to where she lay.

Sophia was drenched in cold sweat and visibly in pain until someone finally noticed and rushed to help her to her feet.

“Are you okay?” a concerned voice asked.

She gripped his arm tightly, the world spinning around her. “Please… take me to the hospital. My stomach hurts so badly,” she begged before everything faded to black as she fainted.

Through the fog of semi-consciousness, distant screams about blood echoed faintly in her ears.

When Sophia finally came to, she found herself lying alone in a quiet hospital room.

The sharp, sterile scent of antiseptic filled the air, and the silence was broken only by the soft footsteps of a nurse tending to her bandages.

“You’re awake,” the nurse said gently.

Sophia’s voice was weak and trembling with fear. “My baby… Is my baby okay?”

“Your baby is fine,” the nurse reassured her softly. “But you’ll need to be very careful. These first few months are especially fragile given your condition.”

A wave of relief washed over Sophia, tears of gratitude slipping down her cheeks. “Thank you,” she whispered, overwhelmed by the knowledge that her child was safe.

Amid the emotional turmoil, Sophia’s first thought was to tell Lucas immediately. Wiping her tears away, she reached for her phone and dialed his number.

The phone rang several times before Lucas finally answered, his voice edged with impatience. “Not coming home tonight. Don’t wait—”

“Lucas, my hair’s caught in this zipper,” Emily’s voice interrupted, drifting through the line. “Can you help me?”

Sophia’s knuckles tightened around the phone.

“I’ll be right there,” Lucas said before the call abruptly ended.

Overnight, everything between Sophia and Lucas had slipped back to how it had been six months ago.

Back then, he had been cold and distant, his words sharp and his touch indifferent. Even in their most intimate moments, he treated her like a stranger—or worse, just a convenient body.

So when he finally let his guard down, Sophia had been grateful for the warmth and fallen harder than she ever intended.

She had thought her years of longing had finally been rewarded. But reality hit her like a cruel slap when Lucas chose Emily’s safety over the life of their own unborn child.

After being discharged from the hospital, Sophia took a taxi home. Halfway through the ride, her phone buzzed with a new Twitter alert.

It was a tweet from Emily: [You told me you’d hold my hand and never let go—not just for now, but for the rest of our lives.]

The photo attached showed Emily dressed like a princess, a tiny crown perched atop her head, her hand locked tightly with a larger, elegant one.

Around the wrist was a bracelet made of prayer beads—the very same one Sophia had prayed over in a church the previous year, the day Lucas had been burning with fever.

That day, he had squeezed her hand and whispered a promise he would never leave her side.

The chapter closes on a poignant note, capturing the fragile and tumultuous nature of Sophia’s emotional journey. Despite her hopes and the tender moments shared with Lucas, the painful reality of her position in his heart becomes starkly clear. The love she yearned for is overshadowed by Lucas’s lingering attachment to Emily, leaving Sophia grappling with feelings of betrayal and isolation, even as she clings to the hope embodied by her unborn child. The contrast between Lucas’s protective instincts toward Emily and his disregard for Sophia’s pain deepens the emotional complexity and tension that define their fractured relationship.

Amidst the swirling storm of love, jealousy, and heartbreak, Sophia’s quiet strength shines through. Her resilience in the face of humiliation and physical pain, coupled with the fragile hope she holds for her baby’s future, speaks to the enduring human spirit. The chapter leaves readers suspended in a moment of uncertainty, reflecting on the intricate dynamics of love and loyalty, and the painful sacrifices that sometimes accompany them. Sophia’s story is one of vulnerability and courage, a testament to the emotional depth that underlies even the most complicated of relationships.

The next chapter promises to delve deeper into the tangled emotions and shifting loyalties that bind Sophia, Lucas, and Emily. As Sophia grapples with the painful realization that Lucas’s heart may still belong to Emily, readers can expect to see her struggle not only with her own heartbreak but with the precarious balance of power in their intertwined lives. The fragile hope she held onto—the possibility of a future with Lucas and their unborn child—now hangs by a thread, threatening to unravel with every passing moment.

Tensions are likely to escalate as Lucas’s true feelings become even more ambiguous, and the lines between love, duty, and resentment blur further. Sophia’s vulnerability and determination will be tested as she confronts the painful question of where she truly stands in Lucas’s world. Meanwhile, Emily’s unexpected return and her cryptic messages hint at secrets yet to be revealed, adding layers of intrigue and emotional complexity. The next chapter will surely keep readers on edge, eager to uncover whether Sophia can reclaim her place or if she will be forever overshadowed by the woman who once destroyed her.

Mark