My Ex-Husband is Out of Control Novel by Glory Writes

Sophia’s POV

“Can you tell me more about this project?” I asked Trevis, though I was greatly excited already.

“You know that I have been traveling back and forth between here and the US and I’ve finally been able to establish a branch there,” Trevis began explaining. “Part of this business expansion is partnering with a strong and stable real estate developer there.”

“Yes, that’s definitely a good move,” I agreed, nodding. “That could boost the company name faster.”

“Of course.” He pulled up a chair and sat on it, giving me a serious look as hè continued to discuss the new design case.

“This is really big because the project will cater to a very high–end market, so we’ll need to combine the aesthetics and functionality very efficiently. We’ll have to ensure that this is a novel design, one that no one else has done before. It has to be of a high standard.”

I was listening attentively, nodding as he spoke and getting even more excited. It sounded like a challenge, which I loved! I wondered, though, why he was offering it to me instead of to more senior designers in the company.

“I believe in you, Sophia,” Trevis added. “You’ve always been good at creating novel designs that are greatly functional and feasible, taking into consideration all other factors in a project.”Content rights belong to NôvelDrama.Org.

There’s my answer. What a great way to officially start after my graduation! I beamed at him, eager to take on the project.

During my three years of study in France, I had pushed myself to try new things and tackle a variety of project requirements. It had been challenging, but I had grown so -much, both personally and professionally. Now, as I sat there at my desk talking to

Trevis, I felt confident that I could do a good job.

“I’d love to do it,” I told him. “I promise to do my best, Trevis. You won’t regret this decision.”

“I know,” he said with a grin. “You’re the right person for this, Sophia. I’m glad you’re saying yes, because I have no doubt you’ll do a fantastic job. And of course you can count on me to support you at all times.”

“Thanks, Trevis. I really appreciate it.”

“Well, anyway, I hope you’re all set for your graduation tomorrow?”

“Yes! I’ve submitted all the necessary portfolios, essays, everything! The school has cleared me, and all I have left to do now is to buy my grad dress later.”

“Wow, I’m glad to hear that.” Then lowering his voice, he snuck a glance at Julia before turning back to me. “I don’t know about Julia, though… Do you think she’ll make it by the next graduation?”

I didn’t know what to say because I was also doubtful about her ability to finish all the requirements for graduation. But at the same time, I didn’t want to say anything negative about her.

Julia’s creativity knows no bounds, and her ability to connect with others is remarkable. In fact, I loved how she dealt with the clients! However, when it comes to execution, she often falls short, producing work that is barely passable. Despite this, I’ve always admired Julia’s dedication and passion for her craft.

Suddenly, I got a flashback from a few days ago when I found Julia in the studio, burning the midnight oil to catch up on her assignments. Seeing her struggle, I decided to stay behind and help her out. We worked overtime, going over her projects and discussing ways to improve them. It was challenging, but Julia’s determination was inspiring, and I was glad to lend her a helping hand.

“I think she’s capable,” I finally answered. “With some push and assistance.”

Trevis nodded, understanding what I meant. “We’ll do what we can to continue supporting her.”

The next day, I sat with many other students in the elegant auditorium of the Goldwell Institute of Art, dressed in a nice white dress under my toga. I couldn’t help but feel a sense of happiness and pride. Graduation day had finally arrived, marking the culmination of years of hard work and dedication.

“Sophia Bennett…”

My heart skipped a beat as my name was called. I stood up, my eyes fixed on the stage ahead. I made my way toward the stage, my steps light with excitement. As I climbed the stage, I was greeted by the administrators and professors, who congratulated me warmly and shook my hand.

After receiving my diploma, I suddenly heard someone from the audience shout my name. I turned to see who it was, and my heart leaped with joy when I saw Kayla standing there, her face beaming with pride.

“Congratulations, Sophia!” she called out, clapping enthusiastically.

I can’t believe it. She came to Paris for my graduation and surprised me once again!

Beside her, Daniel stood there smiling from ear to ear and clapping his hands too. He waved at me, and I proudly showed them my diploma before taking a bow at the center. Tears welled up in my eyes just as I was making my way back to my seat. It was so heartwarming to see my two good friends supporting me and cheering for me. They’ve been here since the start of this journey, and I was utterly grateful.

As the graduation ceremony came to an end, I couldn’t contain my excitement. I hugged Kayla and Daniel tightly, and we jumped up and down, celebrating this milestone together. The sense of accomplishment and joy was palpable in the air.

As we were reveling in the moment, my attention was drawn to a commotion in the distance. To my surprise, I saw Julia arguing with a man whose face I couldn’t see because of the cap he was wearing. There were plenty of other people gathered around them too, so it was hard to tell who it was.

Julia was known for her ability to socialize and say sweet things to please people. I had never seen her in a confrontation before, and it concerned me.

“Hey, guys, give me a minute,” I said to Kayla and Daniel. I headed toward Julia, hoping to help her if she was in trouble. As I got closer, I could hear raised voices and see the tension in Julia’s body language. I called out her name, trying to get her attention.

“I told you already! I’m not the Sabrina you’re looking for!” Julia suddenly yelled as I came closer. “Just leave me alone!”