Too Late She Already Married Mr. Right (Sophia) novel Chapter 1

Chapter 1

Sophia Evans felt her entire world begin to fracture the instant she heard the devastating news—the woman her husband, Lucas Westwood, had never truly moved on from was back in their lives.

When Sophia arrived at the hotel’s exclusive VIP suite, clutching a carefully wrapped gift, she was met with a scene that stopped her cold. There, in the center of the room, was Lucas’s first love—Emily Evans—being cruelly humiliated by his childhood friends.

“Lick the wine off my shoe, Emily. I’ll give you thirty thousand dollars for it,” one sneered, his tone dripping with mockery.

Forced to her knees, Emily’s eyes shimmered with tears, but there was a stubborn defiance burning within them as she glanced shamefully toward Lucas.

Lucas stood silently nearby, his face dark and unreadable, his anger carefully restrained beneath a veneer of calm.

Sophia froze mid-step, the painful familiarity of the scene crashing over her like a tidal wave.

Three years earlier, when she had first been welcomed into the Evans family, those very same privileged men had tormented her in exactly the same way, all to win favor with Emily.

But back then, Lucas’s expression had not been one of heartbreak—it had been something colder, more distant.

“There you are,” Lucas said the moment he spotted Sophia, sliding his arm possessively around her waist in a display of intimacy.

Yet only Sophia could feel the desperate tension in his grip—a silent confession of the pain he was desperately trying to hide.

Lucas’s childhood friends had booked the entire venue to celebrate his birthday, but Sophia had never expected Emily to appear here, of all places.

Everyone knew the truth: Lucas had married Sophia purely to spite Emily.

Three years ago, Emily’s true identity as a fake heiress was exposed, and she broke things off with Lucas immediately, walking away from the Evans family for good.

But Lucas had chased her to the airport, boarded her departing flight, and forced the plane—already airborne—to turn back.

Right there, mid-flight, he had proposed to Emily.

To his shock, Emily had refused without hesitation, insisting that the arranged marriage should be honored by the Evans family’s true heiress.

Humiliated and acting out of spite, Lucas had then married Sophia instead.

For three long years, Sophia had lived as a mere stand-in for Emily. Whispers followed her everywhere, suggesting that if Emily ever returned, Lucas would discard Sophia without a second thought.

Sophia herself had once believed that to be true—but over the past six months, something had changed. Lucas seemed to be genuinely falling for her.

He had made grand declarations of love in the press, showered her with luxury homes and expensive cars, and even replaced the cherry tree he had once planted for Emily with a garden blooming with red roses.

In their most tender moments, he would lean close and whisper in her ear, “Let’s have a baby, Sophie. I hope they have your smile.”

Sophia’s fingers absentmindedly brushed her stomach as she clutched the gift box a little tighter.

Inside was a positive pregnancy test—meant to be Lucas’s birthday surprise. But now, the timing felt painfully wrong.

“You still think you’re the Evans family princess, Emily? Lucas only has eyes for Sophia now. Why don’t you come with me? A pretty thing like you deserves to be treated right,” sneered Ryan Shaw, one of Lucas’s friends.

He yanked Emily onto his lap, his hands already roaming over her.

“Get your hands off me!” Emily cried out, struggling against Ryan’s grasp as humiliation flared through her.

Her resistance only seemed to excite Ryan more. In one swift motion, he shoved her down onto the couch, pinning her beneath his powerful frame.

Horrified that Ryan would assault Emily right in front of Lucas, Sophia sprang to her feet to intervene—only to be shoved aside as Lucas surged forward.

As she stumbled, her hands instinctively reached for Lucas’s arm, but he shook her off harshly.

She fell to the floor with a painful thud, a sharp jolt radiating from her tailbone deep into her womb.

Through the haze of pain, she saw Lucas grab Ryan by the collar, dragging him away from Emily and pounding his face with merciless fists.

“You’ve crossed the line, Ryan. Emily belongs to me. Even if I cast her aside, she will never be yours to touch,” Lucas snarled.

His words hung heavily in the air, freezing the room in stunned silence.

Sophia stared at Lucas in disbelief, her mind racing—where did she now stand in his life, now that he had openly claimed Emily as his?

All eyes in the room were riveted to the scene. Some watched with cruel delight, others simply captivated by the unfolding drama.

“You’re awake,” the nurse said gently.

Sophia’s voice was weak and trembling with fear. “My baby… Is my baby okay?”

“Your baby is fine,” the nurse reassured her softly. “But you’ll need to be very careful. These first few months are especially fragile given your condition.”

A wave of relief washed over Sophia, tears of gratitude slipping down her cheeks. “Thank you,” she whispered, overwhelmed by the knowledge that her child was safe.

Amid the emotional turmoil, Sophia’s first thought was to tell Lucas immediately. Wiping her tears away, she reached for her phone and dialed his number.

The phone rang several times before Lucas finally answered, his voice edged with impatience. “Not coming home tonight. Don’t wait—”

“Lucas, my hair’s caught in this zipper,” Emily’s voice interrupted, drifting through the line. “Can you help me?”

Sophia’s knuckles tightened around the phone.

“I’ll be right there,” Lucas said before the call abruptly ended.

Overnight, everything between Sophia and Lucas had slipped back to how it had been six months ago.

Back then, he had been cold and distant, his words sharp and his touch indifferent. Even in their most intimate moments, he treated her like a stranger—or worse, just a convenient body.

So when he finally let his guard down, Sophia had been grateful for the warmth and fallen harder than she ever intended.

She had thought her years of longing had finally been rewarded. But reality hit her like a cruel slap when Lucas chose Emily’s safety over the life of their own unborn child.

After being discharged from the hospital, Sophia took a taxi home. Halfway through the ride, her phone buzzed with a new Twitter alert.

It was a tweet from Emily: [You told me you’d hold my hand and never let go—not just for now, but for the rest of our lives.]

The photo attached showed Emily dressed like a princess, a tiny crown perched atop her head, her hand locked tightly with a larger, elegant one.

Around the wrist was a bracelet made of prayer beads—the very same one Sophia had prayed over in a church the previous year, the day Lucas had been burning with fever.

That day, he had squeezed her hand and whispered a promise he would never leave her side.