Billionaire in distress

mont left his office, his briefcase in hand, and headed towards the elevator. He had

at Belvedere. Join m

expected turn, an intoxicating mixture of passion and mystery. As he got off the elevator, he sent a quick message to Sophie, cl

amic views and exquisite cuisine. Isabella was already seated at a table

getting up to kiss him on the ch

la. Thanks for inviting me,

y how to ease Victor's tensions, providing him with a welcome escape from his domestic wo

aid, her voice soft but determined. "Not just in th

ing within him. "Isabella, you know how complicated my situatio

Victor. But you have to think about your happines

t trapped between his responsibilities and his desires. "What do you

o Paris for a few days. A business tr

s. The idea of escaping, even briefly, was tempting. "Okay, I

" Perfect. Trust me, Victo

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quent absences, his increasingly lame excuses, the whispers she had heard during social

the idea of violating her privacy, but she needed answers. Opening her desk drawer, she found a series o

a folder marked "Personal," and upon opening it, discovered photos of Isabell

ent downstairs, determined to confront Victor. It was late, and Victor ca

tor," she said, tr

g off his jacket. "Sorry for the delay, t

struggling to contain her

nfrontation was inevitable. "

From us. Of

forming in his stom

She held up the Belvedere receipt. "You w

embling. "I found your papers. Your photos. Your letters. How coul

et her gaze. "Sophie, I'm sorry.

eaming down her cheeks. "You betrayed me,

away, raising a hand to push him away. "D

pain. "I'm willing to do whatever it takes to

t's too late, Victor. I c

inally, Sophie took a deep breath. "I'm going t

tor like a dagger. "

ime, we can find a way to coexist for the sake of the c

couldn't force her to stay. "Okay, Soph

ointment clearly visible in her eyes. "You shoul

r blow to his heart. He stood there in the living room, unable to move,

e contacted a lawyer, and Victor did the same, although every conversation with his own law

r hold on him. Yet even though Victor continued to see her, a shadow of doubt and regret constantly hung over him

ite, he couldn't help but think of Sophie. Isabella, noti

ctor? You seem

d. "Isabella, I don't know what to do a

fort him. "You did the right thing, Victor.

a. I loved our life together, despite the pr

masked her emotions. "Perhaps time will heal these

at this void wouldn't be filled so easily. He had sacrificed a l

oke when absolutely necessary, their interactions being purely transacti

is past and the uncertain promises of his future. The road to redemption seemed to grow further and furt

inevitable, marking the end of an era and the begin