Her Husband's Secret Affair novel Chapter 22

Alex wrapped a towel around his neck, his hair still damp from the shower, as he stepped out of his room. He got dressed for the night quickly and strolled to Sophie’s bedroom.

But his brows furrowed when he entered to see the neatly made bed without Sophie there.

“Sophie?” he called out, his voice echoing slightly in the large room, wondering if she was in the bathroom.

No answer.

Confused, he headed downstairs and found the head maid arranging flowers in a vase. “Have you seen Sophie?”

The maid looked up, a polite smile on her face. “Yes, sir. She’s outside, by the pool.”

Alex raised a brow. “By the pool? This late?” He glanced at the clock on the wall—it was well past 8 PM, and the chill of the evening was already creeping in.

“Yes, sir. She said she needed some air,” the maid replied, her tone calm but slightly curious.

He nodded. “Thank you.”

As he stepped out into the cool night, the sound of water gently lapping against the pool’s edge reached his ears. The area was dimly lit by soft garden lights, casting a serene glow over the scene.

And there she was.

Sophie sat at the edge of the pool, her feet dangling above the water. She hugged her knees to her chest, her hair slightly tousled by the breeze. Her silhouette against the shimmering water was almost melancholic.

Alex approached her quietly, his footsteps soft against the stone pathway. When he got closer, she glanced back and offered him a small smile.

“Hey,” he said, lowering himself onto the ground beside her.

“Hey,” she replied, her voice soft but steady.

For a moment, they sat in silence, the night enveloping them in its quiet embrace. The only sounds were the faint rustle of leaves and the occasional chirp of crickets.

Finally, Alex broke the silence. “You know, it’s pretty chilly out here. You’re going to catch a cold.”

Sophie shrugged, a hint of a smile playing on her lips. “I’ll survive.”

He chuckled. “Still as stubborn as ever.”

She turned to him, her gaze steady. “You knew that about me back in college.”

“I did,” he admitted, smiling. “But I hoped you might have mellowed out a little.”

“Not a chance,” she teased, her tone lighter now.