Supreme Authority

Chapter 6

Alex swiped to accept.

“My wife,” he began, feeling relieved.

At least, both his wife and sister were still safe and sound.

“Alex, I’ve heard from Olivia and Jack what you’ve intended to do.” Sophia said.

Her voice calm and emotionless, as usual, but somehow even more distant.

There was a long silence before Alex tried to say

“Sophia,—”

But obviously, Sophia didn’t want to listen and cut his voice.

“I originally thought you were kind, humble, and had some decency—there was still something redeemable about you. However...”

Her tone dripped with disappointment.

"...I never imagined you’d go as far as raping my cousin. You’re truly disgusting—a complete disappointment. You can’t even manage to be a decent human being."

Sophia’s voice grew calmer and calmer as she spoke but Alex could sense the fury hidden beneath.

Alex was stunned.

Sophia couldn’t have believed that rumor, could she?

“Sophia, trust me, I didn’t do anything that those two accused me of, I can explain—”

“Explain to me face-to-face, then.”

Sophia interrupted again.

“Come to my office this instant. And I warn you, don’t try running again, or I’m calling the cops myself. This will be your last chance.”

Looking at the hung-up phone, Alex frowned.

After all, they’d been married for three years and had gone through many things.

He had always believed there was a solid foundation of trust between them.

But now, it seemed he had assumed too much.

The trust between them sounded unbelievable fragile.

Fifteen minutes later, Alex reached the Fairchild Health & Beauty and was directed to a private meeting room.

Cara Morwen—his wife's private secretary—entered with a face twisted in disgust, as if looking at a revolting creature.

She slammed the document onto the table, loud and aggressive, like she wanted to pick a fight with him.

“Here’s the divorce agreement. All you need to do is sign it.”

“Divorce? What do you mean?”

Alex was taken aback.

He had come here to resolve the dirty rumors about him.

He never imagined he would be asked to sign divorce papers directly.

“Don’t act stupid, jerk. It only makes you look more disgusting!”

“After what you’ve done to Miss Olivia yesterday, do you think Ms. Fairchild will still tolerate you?”

“Mind your words, I didn’t do anything to Olivia …” Alex tried to explain.

“Ha! You really think I’d believe a damn word you say? Of course not—no rapist ever owns up to what they’ve done. Just sign the damn papers and get the hell out of my sight. I feel sick just breathing the same air as you.”

Cara didn’t hold back her words.

Yet seeing Alex just stand there, unmoving, only fueled her fury.

“You know what? Your very existence has been a damn stain on the president’s name!”

“A stain on her reputation?” Alex frowned, voice low.

“Isn’t it obvious? Look at yourself! You have nothing—no status, no pride—and now, not even your dignity. You’re a rapist, Alex!”

“You didn’t just disgrace yourself—you dragged Ms. Fairchild down with you!”

“So tell me—what the hell makes you think someone like you is even remotely worthy of her?!”

Cara pressed on, her voice like broken glass, each word sharper than the last.

Alex took a deep breath to suppress his emotions

“I said I didn’t rape Olivia. I’m here to clear my name.”

Alex didn’t give up.

He wanted to explain to Sophia in person.

“Clear your name? Please. Like you ever had one to begin with.”

Cara sneered, a flash of cruel realization flickering in her eyes.

“Oh, I get it now. You’re scared. But don’t bother. Everyone in the Fairchild Family already sees you for what you are—a parasite and a rapist. There’s no name left to clear.”

“And as for the public?” She scoffed. “The family’s decided to bury the scandal—not to protect you, obviously. It’s for Olivia’s reputation. For Sophia’s dignity.”

She shoved the divorce papers toward him, her voice sharp with disgust.

“You’re a pathetic loser. A filthy rapist. And still, they covered for you—how lucky you were to be shielded by the very people you disgraced.”

“But that luck? It’s rotting. Just like your name. Just like your soul.”

She leaned in, her smile cold and venomous.

“Now be a good little stain and sign those papers. Crawl out of our lives before I make you regret ever stepping into them.”