Sofia stepped back, her eyes filled with a warning. “It’s not that simple, Alex. Not after what happened. After my brother, Miguel, tried to contact you, and you or your lawyers sent him a cease and desist letter, threatening to sue him for harassment if he insisted on talking to you about ‘personal matters.’ That’s what made me swear I’d never look for you again.”
Alex froze. “A cease and desist letter? I didn’t… I never ordered such a thing.” His mind raced back through the events of five years ago. He had given his legal team general instructions on how to handle any “distractions” related to his past, but never a specific order against Sofia or her family. Who had done it? And why?
The revelation of the cease and desist letter struck Alex like a bolt of lightning. His mind, accustomed to precision and absolute control over his empire, refused to believe it. He hadn’t given that order. Or had he? The memories of those days, a whirlwind of meetings, launches, and investor pressure, were hazy. He had delegated too much to his legal team, blindly trusting their judgment to “protect” his image and his time.
“Are you sure, Sofia?” Alex asked, his voice tinged with disbelief and growing horror. “I would never… I would never authorize something like that against you or your family.”
Sofia looked at him with a mixture of pity and skepticism. “I have the copy, Alex. Signed by your law firm, with your name on the header. Miguel tried to talk to you for my own good, because he was worried about me and the baby. And he received that legal threat. Do you think he would have exposed myself to your contempt again after that?”
Alex’s blood boiled. He had been manipulated, or at least his trust had been betrayed. His lead attorney at the time, a man named Richard Sterling, had always been overly protective of his reputation. It was clear that Sterling had acted on his own, interpreting Alex’s orders to “eliminate distractions” in the coldest and most ruthless way possible. The debt he owed wasn’t just for his own selfishness, but also for the cruelty his success had allowed.
“Sofia, I swear on my life I knew nothing about that letter,” Alex said, his voice filled with a conviction Sofia hadn’t heard in years. “Richard Sterling… he was supposed to ‘protect’ my image. But this… this is unacceptable.” He pulled out his phone. “I’m going to call him right now. And I assure you, he’ll pay for this.”
Sofia stopped him with one hand. “No. Not now, Alex. Daniel’s about to get home from daycare. I don’t want him to see us like this. And I don’t want him to see a stranger in the house.”
Alex lowered the phone, his fury restrained by respect for Daniel. “You’re right.
But I promise you this won’t end here. And I want you to know I’m deeply sorry. More than words can express. Not just for the pregnancy, but for the way I treated you, for the way I let my ambition blind me. And for this letter. I’ll make Sterling regret crossing that line.”
At that moment, the front door opened and a small voice crooned, “Mommy, I’m home!”
Daniel came running in, a dinosaur backpack slung over his shoulder, his blue eyes sparkling with joy. He stopped dead in his tracks when he saw Alex. His smile vanished, replaced by cautious curiosity.
“Hi, champ,” Sofia said, bending down to hug him. “Look, honey, this is a friend of Mom’s. His name is Alex.”
Alex crouched down too, trying to make his gaze friendly, not intimidating. “Hello, Daniel,” he said, his voice surprisingly soft.
Daniel, with the innocence of a child, looked him up and down. “Are you an astronaut? Do you know my dad?”
