Revenge Plans in Motion
Sopha's POV
My phone sat heavy in my hand, an anchor to the world I was determined to leave behind. Henry's voice echoed in my mind, mocking me with the cruel words he had thrown my way.
You're nothing but a nagging wife. A burden I don't need anymore. His harsh laughter still stung. But it was a catalyst. It ignited a fire inside me that I hadn't realized I was capable of.
It was time to take back control.
I didn't want just a divorce; I didn't want just to be free. I wanted to burn his world to the ground.
And I would do it with precision.
I stared at the blank screen of my phone, the cursor blinking, waiting for me to make the next move. I wasn't sure what I was waiting for—maybe an invitation to speak from the universe, maybe just the right push from my own instincts.
I had already laid the foundation for what was coming. My gut told me this was my chance, my window of opportunity to strike back.
Lucy was my only person I trusted now.
She had worked as my assistant for years, watching Henry's empire grow, all the while seeing the cracks in our marriage long before I did.
She knew how to handle delicate matters—business and otherwise. And she had an edge. A sharp edge that made her invaluable to me.
I tapped the screen of my phone and dialed Lucy's number.
The phone rang only once before she picked up. "Sophia? Everything okay?"
I took a deep breath. "I need you to prepare an unplanned trip. A business trip."
She was quiet for a beat. "You mean… for Henry?"
"No," I said, a slight smirk tugging at the corner of my lips. "For me."
I could hear the surprise in her voice. "Sophia, are you sure? With everything that's going on—"
"Now more than ever," I interrupted, my voice calm but determined. "I need to disappear for a little while. I need to be out of the house, away from him. And I need to make sure I have everything I need to put my plan into motion."
Lucy didn't ask more questions. She knew me too well. "Where are you thinking of going?" she asked, her voice practical now.
"I'll leave the details to you, but it has to look like I'm doing something important for work. Somewhere far enough that Henry won't suspect anything but close enough that I can manage things from the shadows.
I want this trip to be seamless, almost like a last-minute business meeting I can't avoid. I'll make sure to arrange meetings with our partners over there."
"Got it. I'll make the arrangements tonight. Are you sure you don't want to discuss this more?"
I leaned back in my chair, staring at the city outside the office window. "No. I'm done discussing. Just get it done."
She paused for a moment, then responded in a tone I knew well—one of resolve. "It's done. I'll send you the details."
I hung up, my fingers resting lightly on the edge of the desk. The plan was set into motion, and I could already feel the shift inside me.
I was no longer the woman who cowered beneath Henry's harsh words or believed in the illusion of our marriage. I was a force unto myself, ready to reclaim my power.
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Henry came home that evening, his usual self-absorbed demeanor as arrogant as ever. He barely spared me a glance as he strode past me, his briefcase in hand, no sign of concern on his face. I knew he'd been with one of them again. His mistresses.
I swallowed my bitterness and pushed it down. He didn't deserve my emotions anymore. Not a single part of me wanted to give him the satisfaction of seeing me broken.
But deep down, a part of me needed to make him regret every choice he had made.
Lucy had done her part. She had worked her magic, securing a flight for me to Paris under the guise of a high-profile meeting with an international client.
I could already see the pieces falling into place—Henry would never suspect a thing.
The timing was perfect.
I stood at the window for a long time after dinner, watching the city pulse with life. I was always careful to keep my distance, to hide my frustrations behind the polished façade of a wife, a partner in his success.
But now, my plan is more than a thought; it was becoming reality. I was going to make him pay, not just emotionally, but professionally, in every way possible.
As I turned away from the window, I glanced at the clock. I had only a few hours left before the trip began. My heart raced with anticipation, the excitement building. I had been planning this for weeks, methodically pulling everything into place. And now, it is time to act.
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The morning of my trip arrived with an unexpected sense of clarity. I moved through my morning routine in a blur, my thoughts clear and sharp. Henry had gone to work earlier, his typical hasty departure leaving me alone in our lavish home. It was almost too easy to slip away unnoticed.
My luggage was packed and ready, everything I would need for the trip in order. The flight was in two hours, and I was ready. But before I left, I had to make sure everything was prepared for when I returned.
I called Lucy to confirm the details.
"The flight is set. You're leaving at 10 AM. I've also arranged a driver to take you to the airport," she confirmed.
"Everything's good to go. I'll be here, monitoring things on this end."
"Perfect," I said, my fingers gripping the edge of the counter. "Keep me updated. I want to know exactly when he starts looking for me. And when he does… I'll be ready."
Lucy's tone softened, though I could hear the glint of excitement beneath her words. "I've got your back. Every step of the way."
I hung up and took one last look around the house. This had been my life for years—the cold marble floors, the stark, modern furniture that I had carefully chosen.
I had built this life, with Henry, only to watch it all fall apart. But now, it was time to take control of the narrative.
I walked out of the front door and into the waiting car. The driver took me to the airport without a word, the heavy silence only broken by the hum of the city around us.
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As I walked through the airport, my phone buzzed with an incoming message from Lucy.
"Henry just left for his meeting. Everything is proceeding as planned. I've set up a few meetings for you in Paris to keep up the appearance."
I smiled. I hadn't needed to explain everything to her—she already knew what I wanted. She was my eyes on the ground, my trusted accomplice in this game.
As I boarded the plane, I felt an unfamiliar sensation—a mixture of fear and exhilaration. What was I doing? Was I really about to follow through with this?
Yes. I was.
I had nothing left to lose.
The flight to Paris was uneventful, a quiet, uneventful journey that gave me time to think. The longer I sat in my seat, the clearer it became—this wasn't just about revenge.
It was about taking back my agency, my life, and my power. I wasn't just going to leave Henry and live quietly. I was going to make sure he knew exactly what he had lost. And I wasn't just going to walk away empty-handed. I was going to make him pay in every way possible.
The plan wasn't just about exposing his infidelity—it was about pulling his world apart, piece by piece, until he had nothing left.
And it all started with this trip.
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I arrived in Paris as planned, checked into the hotel, and quickly made my way to my room. The city outside was bustling with life, yet the quiet of the room seemed to amplify my thoughts.
I'm here. This was the beginning of my mission. I had planned for weeks, but this moment felt surreal.
But now, I couldn't back out. Not when I had already crossed the line. Henry would feel the consequences soon enough.
As I sat at the desk in the hotel room, my phone buzzed again. Another message from Lucy.
"Henry's having a meltdown. He can't reach you, and he's pissed. Keep going."
I let out a breath, steadying myself. The game had begun.
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In the coming days, my mission would unfold. Each step was methodical. I was going to tear down everything Henry held dear.
But as I lay in the quiet hotel room that night, a sense of clarity washed over me.
Revenge wasn't just about destroying him. It was about reclaiming my life—my own, independent, unapologetic life.
And there is no turning back now.