No, Jacob shouted, stepping back. It’s a lie. She’s my wife. She knows I love her. This is all a misunderstanding. But as he struggled, two officers moved forward, gripping his arms and snapping cold handcuffs around his wrists. Jacobs turned his gaze sharply towards Sophia, his eyes burning with fury. “You,” he hissed, voice low and venomous.

“This is your doing.” Sophia’s chest tightened, but she didn’t flinch. She looked him straight in the eye, calm but unafraid. “No, sir. This is your doing.” The police led him out, his voice echoing down the hallway. “I’m innocent. I’m being set up. Margaret, please, you know me.” Silence fell once the doors closed behind him.

Only the storm outside kept rumbling as if the sky itself had witnessed the betrayal. Madame Margaret sank slowly into the chair, her hands trembling as she removed her glasses. For a moment, she looked 10 years older, her strength stripped bare. Sophia hurried to her side, kneeling down. “Ma, are you all right?” she whispered. Margaret reached out, gripping Sophia’s hand tightly.

Her tears fell, but her voice was steady. “If you hadn’t stopped me, if you hadn’t told me to listen,” she shook her head, unable to finish. “You saved my life.” Sophia lowered her eyes, her throat tight. I only did what was right, Ma. Margaret cupped Sophia’s face with her trembling hand. No, you did more than that.

You gave me the truth. Outside, the flashing red and blue lights faded as the police cars pulled away. The house felt different, emptier, yet safer. But in that silence, a new chapter was beginning. Because tomorrow, the world would know what happened inside the Jacob’s mansion. And Sophia’s life, once hidden in the shadow of service, was about to change forever.

Morning broke with a weight heavier than the storm the night before. News had already spread. Billionaire CEO’s husband arrested in shocking murder plot. Cameras flashed outside the court gates, reporters shouting questions, their umbrellas bobbing in the Lagos rain. Inside, the air was thick with whispers.

Sophia sat beside Madame Margaret on the polished wooden bench. But this time, she wasn’t in her plane maid’s uniform. Margaret had dressed her in a golden gown, elegant and glowing against her dark skin. Her hair, usually tied back, was styled neatly. She looked nothing like the girl who once scrubbed floors before dawn.

“Madame Margaret,” regal in her white lace gown and signature glasses, rested a calm hand on Sophia’s arm. “Remember,” she said softly, “you are part of this family now. Hold your head high.” The courtroom door opened. All eyes turned. Jacob’s Nelson shuffled in, hands cuffed, a police officer at each side, his once proud shoulders sagged, his suit wrinkled from the night in custody.

He looked around desperately, as if searching for a way to rewrite what had already been written. “Court, rise,” the cler called. The judge entered, stern and composed, and the proceedings began. The prosecution wasted no time. Your honor, the lawyer said, his voice sharp. We present evidence that the defendant, Mr.

Jacobs Nelson, conspired to take the life of his wife, Madame Margaret Jacobs, in order to inherit her vast estate. We will prove this through testimony, and most importantly, through his own words, Jacobs’s eyes widened. “What words?” he muttered. Then the courtroom fell silent as a recording was played. From the speakers came his voice smooth, confident, and deadly clear.

She can’t give me a child. Her wealth is mine when she’s gone. We’ll make it look natural. I want freedom. I want a new wife. This one has given me nothing. Gasps filled the courtroom. Some people shook their heads in disbelief. Others stared at Margaret with pity. Jacobs shot up, his voice desperate. It was a prank, a foolish joke.

I never meant any of it. But the judge’s expression didn’t soften. You admit this is your voice? Yes, but no further explanation needed,” the judge cut him off. The prosecutor continued, “Your honor, we ask for the full weight of the law. A man who plots to betray his wife, a woman who gave him everything, deserves no mercy.

” Jacob sank into his chair, face pale. His eyes flicked once more to Sophia, blazing with a mixture of anger and regret. She met his gaze calmly, her hands folded in her lap. The gavl struck. The judge’s words rang out. Jacobs Nelson, “This court finds you guilty of conspiracy to commit murder.

You are hereby sentenced to 10 years in prison.” The courtroom erupted, reporters scribbling, onlookers whispering. Margaret closed her eyes, tears slipping down her cheeks. She turned to Sophia, grasped her hand, and whispered, “Thank you for saving me.” But even as Jacobs was dragged away, shouting that he was innocent, Sophia knew this was not the end.

This was only the beginning of a new life, one where her place in Margaret’s world was about to be forever rewritten. The days after the trial felt like stepping into a new world for Sophia. Reporters swarmed outside the mansion, eager to catch a glimpse of the billionaire CEO who had survived her husband’s betrayal.