At that moment, I felt my knees begin to shake. I didn’t know whether to grab the phone and run or to ask Jess to explain everything from start to finish. I took a deep breath and stared at the screen without blinking.
There were many messages. Long conversations. Plans. Amounts. Dates. Everything looked like a carefully constructed scheme. And my name appeared over and over again. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing.
Jess spoke quietly. “Ma’am… someone was setting you up. And not for something small.”
I felt my stomach tighten. I swallowed hard and leaned against the cold counter. My chest hurt. I didn’t know whether it was panic, fear, or betrayal. Maybe all of them at once.
“But… Sophia?” I managed to ask, barely above a whisper.
Jess let out a deep sigh. “Look here.” He showed me a message thread in which Sophia was talking to someone named Ryan. The number was unfamiliar to me.
“We have to finish before Alexander gets back. She’s vulnerable and suspects nothing. The accounts are ready. Everything is almost set.”
It felt as if someone had pulled the ground out from under my feet. I didn’t even realize when I started crying.
Jess handed me a tissue. “Ma’am, I’ve told you everything I saw. From here on… you need to be careful. And you need to act fast.”
I took the phone with trembling hands and left the shop like a shadow. The street was buzzing with people, but I heard nothing. It felt like a terrible dream I didn’t know how to wake up from.
When I reached the car, I sat down and closed my eyes. I remembered every moment with Sophia—how she brought me flowers on Mother’s Day, how she helped me set the table at Christmas, how she called me “Mom” in that sweet voice.
Everything had seemed real. And yet…
I started the engine and drove home, but I didn’t go inside right away. I stayed in front of the gate, staring at the windows of the house where, until then, I had believed I lived in peace. Richard was home. He knew nothing. Alexander knew even less.
How was I supposed to tell them? What was I supposed to show them? How could I do it without hurting them?
I went inside the house with the phone clenched in my palm. Richard looked at me in surprise.
“Teresa? What happened? You’re pale.”
I set my bag down and sat on a chair. In an instant, all the courage I had tried to gather fell apart. My eyes filled with tears.
“Richard… I need to show you something. And after that… we’ll decide what to do.”
I handed him the phone. He read for several long minutes without saying a word. His face slowly changed—from surprise, to anger, and then to a deep sadness that tore me apart.
“This can’t be… not her…,” he murmured.
“It can,” I said through tears. “And we have to act.”
Richard closed the phone and handed it back to me. “First thing… we go to the bank. You block everything. Today, not tomorrow. Then we call Alexander.”
I nodded. He was right. There was no time to lose.
We set everything in motion: cards blocked, passwords changed, accounts checked. When we left the bank, I felt as if I were carrying a millstone on my back. But it still wasn’t over.
Alexander called me right then. “Mom, what’s wrong? Sophia told me you took her phone in for repair.”
I closed my eyes. My heart was pounding wildly.
“Alexander… we need to talk. It’s something very serious. Please come home. Now.”
There was a second of silence. “I’m coming.”
He arrived in less than an hour. He looked at both of us, then at the phone, and he knew we weren’t joking. When we showed him the messages… he collapsed into a chair.
“No… Sophia wouldn’t do something like this. She couldn’t.”
We let him read everything. Line by line. Second by second. Reality struck him like lightning: the woman he had loved for five years had been lying. And not just to him. To all of us.
He broke down crying, and I held him the way I did when he was a child. For the first time in many years, Alexander leaned on me as if his entire world had fallen apart.
And in a way… it had.
“What do we do now?” he asked through tears.
I took a deep breath and said, with a calm determination I didn’t even know I possessed:
“Now the truth comes out. And we stop hiding. We stop letting ourselves be trampled on. We face everything—together.”
For the first time in three days, I felt like I could breathe. I didn’t know what would come next, but I felt ready.
In our family, there was no longer room for lies. And the truth—no matter how painful—had just begun to set us free.
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