The Man Who Destroyed Me Is Now Begging to Mend Me 2

The taxi stopped outside the Nightfall Estate, where Sophia paid the fare and got out of the vehicle.

She was just heading inside when a truck carrying young cherry trees rumbled up the drive and stopped near the garden.

Workers carefully unloaded the cherry trees and settled them into the prepared holes.

Where a vibrant sea of red roses had bloomed just yesterday, now only upturned earth remained, with the plants piled carelessly to the side.

A dull ache spread through Sophia’s chest as she gazed at the rose petals strewn like crimson tears across the soil.

The familiar purr of a luxury car engine approached from behind.

Turning around, Sophia saw Lucas step out of the car. He stood tall and straight, radiating a natural air of calm elegance.

“Honey…” Sophia began, but the words died on her lips as he leaned back into the car.

With gentle care, he helped a woman step out-it was Emily, who looked radiant in an exquisite designer ensemble that made her complexion glow.

Only when Emily was steady did Lucas’s gaze finally meet Sophia’s, those usually warm eyes now regarding her with detached indifference.

“Did

you need something?” he asked, his tone flat.

The cold unfamiliarity in his look struck Sophia’s heart like a physical blow.

“Why are you tearing out the roses when they were growing so well?” she asked, desperate for his explanation. Those roses had been his special way of confessing his feelings to her.

Lucas barely glanced at the destroyed garden. “Emily’s not feeling well. She’ll be staying with us for a bit.”

“What does that have to do with the roses?” she pressed.

“She’s allergic to the pollen,” he said curtly, already turning to guide Emily inside.

Sophia stood rooted to the spot, her heart breaking.

Emily’s delicate voice carried through the air. “Lucas, Sophia seems upset. This is all my fault. I shouldn’t have complained about the roses.”

“She doesn’t matter to me,” Lucas reassured her.

“But I worry she’ll resent me. Really, I can manage with allergy medication,” Emily offered, her voice dripping with false concern.

“Medication always has side effects. Don’t suggest things that worry me,” he replied.

Sophia stood motionless as she watched their figures grow smaller in the distance. A silent tear traced its way down her cheek while overwhelming sorrow washed over her.

‘I don’t matter to him… Yeah, right,’ Sophia murmured with bitter irony, the truth of the words settling like a weight in her heart.

He hadn’t even asked about her absence last night, and now he had ordered her favorite roses to be torn out. The message was clear-she meant less to him than the slightest thought of Emily.

For three years, she had devoted herself to him, offering unwavering love and comfort through difficult times.

She had believed her constant warmth could thaw even the coldest heart, but Emily’s reappearance had erased everything in an instant.

She wondered what their intimacy these past six months had truly meant, and what role she had actually played in his life.

A sudden twinge in her lower abdomen made her catch her breath. Pale and unsteady, she turned toward the villa.

As Sophia stepped into the living room, she saw Emily nestled against Lucas on the sofa, watching with affectionate amusement as he peeled an orange for her.

Lucas gently picked away every bit of white pith from the orange segments before arranging them on a plate for Emily. “For you,” he said with a soft smile. “Enjoy, my little foodie.”

As Emily took the plate, she noticed Sophia entering the room. A triumphant smile graced her lips as she called out, “Sophia, would you like some? Lucas peeled these himself. Something you’ve never experienced, I’m sure.”

Sophia’s gaze fell upon the perfectly prepared orange segments, and she felt a sudden sting behind her eyes.

The painful truth was that in all their time together, Lucas had never once peeled an orange for her. She had always been the one serving him.

The realization struck her with perfect clarity-Lucas knew well how to be thoughtful, but he simply reserved his kindness for Emily.

Sophia felt her heart breaking into pieces as she finally understood how painful comparison could be.

“She’s perfectly capable of peeling her own fruit,” Lucas said dismissively, barely glancing at Sophia. Then he noticed her pale complexion and added, “Are you alright? You look terribly pale.”

Sophia’s hands clenched into fists at her sides as she debated telling Lucas her secret pregnancy. A fragile hope whispered within her-that this truth might finally soften his heart toward her.

“I…” Her voice faltered, the words dying on her lips.

“If you’re ill, see a doctor. This pathetic act is getting tiresome,” Lucas said, impatience flashing across his

handsome features.

He was annoyed by her wounded expression, which seemed to suggest she was the victim of some terrible injustice.

Sophia swallowed her unspoken words, her gaze lingering on the man who suddenly felt like a complete

stranger.

“I’m fine,” she murmured. “I’ll just go to my room.”

As she turned toward the staircase, Lucas felt a surge of irritation. ‘I must’ve been too lenient with her, and now she dared to show me attitude,’ he thought, fuming.

Sophia had only climbed a few steps when the housekeeper, Wendy, appeared descending the stairs with servants carrying boxes.

The items looked familiar, but it was the sight of her stuffed doll in Wendy’s arms that made Sophia realize everything they carried was hers.

In a swift motion, she stepped forward and snatched the doll. Her voice turned icy as she asked, “Wendy, care to explain this?”

“Mr. Westwood’s orders,” Wendy said quietly. “You’re to move to the storage room downstairs.”

The words hit Sophia like a physical blow, leaving her mind reeling.

She turned to Lucas, her eyes wide with disbelief. “You can’t be serious.”

They’d already maintained separate bedrooms, but she never imagined that she’d be banished to a storage room instead of even being offered the guest suite after Emily’s return.

For a fleeting moment under her gaze, Lucas felt a twinge of guilt, but it quickly hardened into resolve.

“Emily needs the sunroom for her health,” he stated matter-of-factly. “Your room gets the best light. It’s better for her recovery.”

The absurdity of it all drew a bitter laugh from Sophia’s lips.

She thought his previous cruelty-shoving her while pregnant and replacing her roses with Emily’s cherry trees-had been the worst it could get. But this new humiliation surpassed even that.

All Lucas had done since Emily’s return yesterday was talk about her. In just one day, she had turned Sophia’s whole life upside down.

Sophia expected to feel rage, but instead found only a hollow emptiness settling in her chest.

‘Look at him, Sophia, Sophia thought bitterly. ‘This is the man you gave your heart and soul to. Was any of it

worth it?’

“If you’re so worried about her comfort, why not just move her into your room? The master suite gets the best light anyway,” Sophia shot back.

Lucas responded sharply, “Sophia, you need to watch your tone.”

Emily’s eyes glistened with unshed tears. “I know you don’t want me here, Sophia. I’ll go. Please don’t fight

with Lucas over me.”

Sophia saw right through Emily’s act. A humorless laugh escaped her as she spat, “You’re not going anywhere. I am.” Tightening her grip on the stuffed doll, she turned and headed for the door.

“Don’t you dare, Sophia.” Lucas rose to his feet, his voice cutting through the room. “Walk out that door now, and don’t expect to ever come back.”

Sophia’s hands tightened into fists at her sides. “I’ll make sure you receive the divorce papers,” she said, her voice cold and steady. “See that you sign them.”

“You’re asking me for a divorce?” Lucas’s voice was low, thick with barely restrained fury.

He added, his tone edged with contempt, “Have you forgotten who gave you this life, Sophia? The luxury, the status-all of it came from me. Without my name, you’re just that wide-eyed girl fresh off that forgotten little town. You don’t get to leave.”

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