In time, she thought, people would pay a heavy price for this neglect.
Looking at herself in the mirror, she took in her appearance.
The woman in the reflection had lustrous, dark, wavy hair with bangs that fell casually to one side, emphasizing an already exquisite face. Her features were beautiful, her thin lips pressing together in a subtle aloofness, yet when she smiled, it was radiant, a contradiction of cool elegance and warm allure.
She had an enviable figure, curvaceous with a slim waist that seemed almost boneless, her skin smooth and flawless.
What kind of eyes did Henry have that he’d ignore a wife like this and go looking for fun outside?
Perhaps she should send him the contact info for a good eye clinic.
In any case, she had truly transmigrated. She just didn’t know where the original soul of this body had gone.
Sophia lingered in her bath for a long time, and by the time she left her room, everyone else had dispersed. She took a medical book with her to the staircase, and a tall figure appeared in her path as she descended.
He had removed his suit jacket and was now wearing a black short-sleeved T-shirt. Without the formal attire, he appeared a bit less imposing, but there was still a distinct air of maturity—a presence shaped by experience—that belonged only to a seasoned man.
It was Scott Livinus! Why was he still here?
Sophian lowered her head, her heart pounding, terrified that Livinus would recognize her.
Society wasn’t yet tolerant enough to forgive a woman for infidelity, even if Henry had cheated first. If she were caught cheating, her situation in the Scott family would only grow more precarious.
The staircase was long, seemingly endless, and each step dragged on. With her heart heavy, Sophia kept her eyes on her feet, taking one careful step at a time.
Suddenly, Livinus halted beside her, his gaze steady on her as he spoke in a calm tone:
“You seem quite afraid of me?”
Sophia n paused, a slight flash of panic crossing her face due to their previous encounter. However, she was no naive girl; quickly recovering, she replied with a light-hearted smile:
“ Uncle, you’re overthinking it. Isn’t it natural for a niece-in-law to be slightly cautious around her elders?”
Livinus frowned, watching Sophia’s figure disappear down the staircase. Her response had been seamless, practically flawless, yet something still felt off to him.
But…
If she was Indeed the one from that night, one crucial detail didn’t quite add up.
In his study, Livinus signed a document and handed it to Felix. “Inform all departments—next Monday, a meeting for all project team members.”
“Understood! If there’s nothing else, I’ll be heading out.”
“Wait.”
“Yes, Mr. Scott?”
“How’s the investigation going?”
Felix promptly replied, “I checked the hotel’s surveillance footage. It seems someone tampered with it. Other than Sophia, another woman of some notoriety was on that floor last night.”
“Who was it?”
“I’ve already sent her information to your email. She was spotted at a bar last night and later at the hotel. The timeline matches up.”
Livinus tapped his fingers rhythmically on the table.
Felix recognized this familiar habit; his boss was contemplating something.
Moments later, Livinus spoke again, “Look further into Sophia.”
Felix hesitated, surprised. “Mr. Sott, do you suspect the woman from last night was…?”
Livinus remained silent, his gaze fixed on Felix. This wasn’t a question he intended to answer.
Sophia had initially been worried about giving herself away, only to realize she needn’t have bothered quickly. The Scott Family treated her like she was invisible—no one paid her any attention. Her husband never set foot in her room, sparing her any awkward nightly obligations. Judging by his social media posts, he spent all his time with that woman, Olivia.
Well, that suited her just fine. At least he wasn’t parading it in her face.
With school yet to start, she didn’t have to worry about academic commitments. These days, she simply stayed home, studying and familiarizing herself with her new surroundings and textbooks. She’d bide her time—if one day the real Sophia returned, she’d be prepared to hand things over smoothly.
But even when she kept to herself, trouble sought her out.
Early one morning, Sophia received an invitation from Olivia, who wanted to meet at a café in the city center.
Sophia wasn’t one to avoid conflict. If the mistress didn’t mind facing the legitimate wife, why should she run away?
The café, named “Blossom Café,” was themed around “Flowers and Alice.” The place was lush with dried and fresh flowers, creating a cozy ambiance.
Sophia stepped into the café and immediately spotted Olivia in a white dress, sitting quietly by the window.
The café wasn’t crowded, and wooden partitions separated each table, allowing for plenty of privacy.
“Sister!” Olivia called out as soon as Sophia arrived.
“Ah, what a sweet little sister!” Sophia replied smoothly. She took a seat and gestured to the waiter. “Bring out your most expensive items and put them on Miss Olivia’s tab.”
The waiter glanced between them, smiling politely as he went to fetch the order.
Olivia’s eyes fixated on Sophia, tears welling up as she spoke:
“I know you dislike me, but please, let go of your title as Henry’s wife. You two don’t belong together!”
