SOPHIE THE HEIRESS

LOVE ❤️ & LOSS 💔

LOVE ❤️ & LOSS 💔

Avery and Sophie had been together for four beautiful years, but their love had recently hit a rough patch. A disagreement spiraled into a heated argument, leaving both hurt and confused.

Avery felt the weight of the fight gnawing at him, unsure of how to make things right with Sophie. He wanted to fix it but didn't know where to start. Sophie's voice echoed in his mind, her hurt eyes and the tension between them weighing on his heart.

One night, Avery's friends invited him to a birthday party. He hesitated. He didn't want to go. After all, he was still trying to process his argument with Sophie, and partying was the last thing on his mind.

But his friends insisted, telling him it would help him get his mind off things, if only for a few hours. Reluctantly, Avery gave in. He figured maybe a night away from the stress would clear his head.

The party was alive with energy—music, lights, and the intoxicating buzz of carefree laughter. Avery tried to get into the mood but couldn't shake his thoughts of Sophie. To dull the pain, he kept drinking, one shot after another. His friend Margo, who was in the same class as Avery, joined in on the fun. She had always harbored a secret crush on him, though he had never noticed. And tonight, seeing Avery so vulnerable and inebriated, Margo made her move.

As the night went on, Margo noticed how far gone Avery was, lost in his drunken stupor. Sensing an opportunity, she discreetly slipped something into his drink—a sleeping pill, just enough to dull his senses further. Avery didn't notice. His mind was already clouded from alcohol, and he was barely holding on.

Margo led Avery to one of the bedrooms, guiding him as he stumbled along. His vision blurred, and in his drunken haze, he began to confuse Margo for Sophie. Her face appeared in front of him as if he was seeing her again. He muttered Sophie's name, reaching for what he thought was her hand, whispering words of love. Margo didn't correct him; she saw her chance and took it.

The next morning, Avery woke up with a pounding headache, the taste of regret heavy on his tongue. The memories of the night before were a foggy blur, but as he rolled over, he froze. Lying beside him, under the covers, was Margo—naked. His heart sank. He was naked too. Panic shot through his veins as he realized what had happened.

Shit," he muttered under his breath, running a hand through his hair. "What the hell have I done?"

His mind raced, and as if on autopilot, he reached for his phone. Dozens of missed calls and unread messages from Sophie. His heart ached as guilt washed over him. The girl he loved was trying to reach him, probably worried, and he had betrayed her in the worst way.

Avery quickly dressed and left the room, avoiding eye contact with Margo as he stumbled out. He didn't know what to say to her. There was nothing to say. He drove home, the weight of his mistake suffocating him with each passing second.

When he got home, the silence in his apartment was deafening. He sat on the couch, head in his hands, replaying the night over and over. How could he have let this happen? How could he have let his guard down and hurt the one person he loved more than anything? The thought of Sophie finding out tore him apart. What was he going to say to her?

Avery stared at his phone, the messages from Sophie haunting him. He knew he had to tell her the truth. But how could he? How could he look her in the eyes and admit what he had done? His mind raced through all the possible outcomes—Sophie breaking down, leaving him forever, the love they had built crumbling to dust because of one stupid, selfish mistake.

"Idiot," Avery muttered to himself, anger bubbling inside him. "How could you do this?"

But there was no answer, only the hollow silence of his home and the sinking realization that he might have just lost the best thing that ever happened to him.

Now, he had to decide—did he tell Sophie and risk losing her? Or did he carry this secret and hope it would never come out, knowing the guilt would consume him every day?

Either way, Avery knew one thing for sure: his life would never be the same again.

Meanwhile..
Margo woke up with a lazy stretch, the morning sunlight filtering through the curtains and bathing the room in a soft glow. A small smile tugged at her lips as she replayed the events of the previous night. She felt warm, a sense of satisfaction settling over her. Last night had been everything she had secretly dreamed of for so long—being with Avery.

Her hand instinctively reached for him beside her, expecting to find his warmth still in bed, but her fingers met only the cold, empty sheets. She frowned slightly, her heart sinking for a moment as she realized Avery wasn't there. Disappointment flickered through her—she had hoped to wake up in his arms, maybe even talk about what had happened between them.

She sat up, holding the blanket to her chest, glancing around the room. Avery's clothes were gone, and the room was eerily quiet, save for the faint hum of the outside world. For a second, doubt clouded her thoughts. Was he upset? Did he regret what had happened between them? The way he had whispered Sophie's name last night gnawed at the back of her mind, but she pushed the thought aside.

Margo stood up, letting the blanket fall to the floor, and quickly began getting dressed. She tried to shake off the disappointment. After all, they had made love, hadn't they? That had to mean something, right? She had been waiting for this moment for as long as she could remember, and now it had finally happened.

He'll come around," Margo murmured to herself as she looked into the mirror, fixing her hair. There was a hopeful gleam in her eyes. Despite his absence, she held onto the belief that this was just the beginning. Maybe Avery needed some space to process what had happened, to work through whatever had been bothering him before the party. After all, he had been drinking, and Margo had seen the vulnerability in his eyes—the same vulnerability that had given her the chance to be with him last night.

She smiled again, this time more confidently. Last night wasn't just a random hook-up, she told herself. It was more than that. She had seen the way Avery looked at her, even if he had been too drunk to say it. And when he had whispered Sophie's name, well, that didn't matter to her. He would realize, sooner or later, that Margo was the one who had been there for him in his moment of need. She had given him comfort when he needed it, and she believed that, deep down, Avery would understand that too.

Pulling on her shoes, Margo thought about what the next step would be. Maybe she could casually run into him on campus, or perhaps she'd send him a message, just something light to remind him of last night. She didn't want to push too hard, but she didn't want him to forget either.

As she grabbed her phone, the first thing she did was check social media, scrolling through pictures of the party from last night. There were group photos, blurry shots of people dancing, and one picture of her and Avery laughing together. She smiled at that one. It was a snapshot of the connection she had felt—the beginning of something real.

Margo started typing a message to Avery, but hesitated. She didn't want to seem desperate. Instead, she decided to give him time, figuring he'd reach out once he had a chance to clear his head.

Let him come to me," she whispered, a satisfied smile spreading across her face. She couldn't help but feel a small surge of victory. Last night had been perfect, and she believed it was only a matter of time before Avery would realize that too.

And so, as she left the room and stepped out into the cool morning air, Margo walked with confidence, a sense of fulfillment radiating from her. Last night had changed everything, and in her mind, it was only a matter of time before Avery would come back to her, this time for good.