The Doormat Wife’s Ultimate Glow-Up novel Chapter 389

He pulled a document and a pen from his briefcase and held them out to her. “Sign it. From now on, you’ll do exactly as I say, no questions asked.”

Sofia took the papers, flipping through each page. The terms were straightforward. She was supposed to work with Nathaniel to get close to Bailey and secure a paper marked “Top Secret.” In exchange, Nathaniel would make sure she stayed safe, help her get settled when she returned home, and support her plan to get back at Reese. On top of that, he’d give her a hundred thousand dollars a month until the job was done.

She didn’t even hesitate. Picking up the pen, she signed her name at the bottom.

Nathaniel slipped the document away, looking pleased. “Pack up. We’re leaving in an hour.”

So soon? The thought flashed through Sofia’s mind, but she remembered what she’d agreed to. She just nodded and walked to her bedroom.

Nathaniel waited by the door, taking in the apartment. The place was small, but chaos lingered in every corner. An Hermès Birkin bag lay open on the floor, a limited-edition lipstick poking out. A wine glass had tipped over on the carpet, the deep red stain spreading out, ugly and raw. On the sofa sat a crumpled Chanel gown, a couple of pearls missing from the hem and rolling under the coffee table.

All of it told him just how rattled Sofia had been before he arrived.

In her bedroom, Sofia yanked open the closet, grabbing designer clothes and tossing them into her suitcase without a second thought. Then she remembered and reached back for her passport and bank cards on the nightstand, gripping them tight.

An hour later, she followed Nathaniel out of the apartment. Downstairs, a sleek black Bentley waited, its windows tinted so dark it was impossible to see inside. A bodyguard took her suitcase, loaded it in the trunk, and never said a word.

Inside the car, the leather seats seemed to swallow her up. Nathaniel handed her a cup of water, the bone china delicate in her hands.

“Have some water. Once we’re back home, that’s when things really start.”

“All three registries just finished searching. We found a donor—ninety-two percent match, male, thirty-five, no health issues. We’ve already made contact. He’s agreed to further genetic testing and a physical. He should land at ten tomorrow morning.”

A smile broke across Matthew’s face. “They found a match.”

On the nearby sofa, Reese sat curled up in a cream knit cardigan, the color making her skin glow. She looked up, hope flickering in her eyes. “Really?”

He nodded. The relief in her gaze made him smile, a weight finally lifting from his chest.

For weeks, he’d been trapped between hope and despair, watching Reese exhaust herself day after day—managing his care, handling Grace’s case, never complaining. The guilt was overwhelming. He’d even prepared himself for the IVF plan, but the thought of putting Reese through that… he just couldn’t.