Chapter 15 Sophia didn't wake up until it was almost noon . She had tossed and turned all night , her mind consumed by Jason's strange behavior and Victoria's ice- cold eyes . She rubbed her temples and decided to fill her stomach before figuring out her next move . However , when she walked into the dining room , she found only one breakfast setting on the table . Victoria was leisurely eating toast with a cup of black coffee beside her . " Where's my breakfast ? " Sophia frowned . Victoria didn't look up . After finishing her last bite of toast , she lazily glanced at Sophia . " If you want to eat , go ask the cook to make something . " She wiped her mouth . " I made this myself . There's only one serving . " Sophia felt a surge of anger but forced it down . " Then have the cook make something now ! " Victoria chuckled softly . She stood up and walked past her without sparing another glance . Sophia clenched her fists in fury and stormed toward the kitchen , only to find it empty except for a young maid cleaning dishes . " Where's the cook ? " she demanded . The maid jumped at her tone , answering carefully , " She has the day off today … " " Then why does Victoria have food ? " . " Mrs. Reid … Mrs. Reid made it herself … " The maid kept her head down , her voice growing quieter . Sophia's face twisted with fury as she slammed the door and left . She returned to her bedroom hungry , too angry to even drink water. Just then , her phone rang . It was the private investigator , Nathan Speight . She immediately answered , and his voice came through in a low whisper . " Ms. Page , I found something . " " Tell me ! " she ordered impatiently . " The night before the wedding , surveillance caught someone who looked exactly like Victoria leaving the Reid residence , " Nathan said . After a pause , he added , " Also , I found that three years ago , the Colemans made some kind of deal with the previous Victoria . The details are unclear , but it seems related to a stand - in bride . " Sophia's pupils contracted , her fingers tightening around the phone . " Do you have proof ? " " I have photos and copies of transaction records . Would you like to come get them now ? " " Send me the address . I'll be right there ! " After hanging up , Sophia quickly changed her clothes , put on sunglasses and a hat , and quietly left the mansion . Half an hour later , she met Nathan at a secluded coffee shop . He handed her an envelope , whispering , " Everything's in here , including surveillance screenshots and the Colemans ' financial transaction records . " Sophia eagerly opened it . After flipping through a few pages , a cold smile curved her lips . Just as she suspected . The current Victoria was a fake . She paid the final fee , stuffed the documents into her bag , and walked back in high spirits . She'd like to see just how long that imposter could keep up her arrogance . However , as soon as she reached the mansion entrance , she ran into Victoria , who was about to leave . Their eyes met This time , Sophia didn't bother hiding anything and lifted her chin defiantly . " Victoria … oh wait , should Leall you by a different name ? " Victoria paused , looking at her coldly . Sophia waved the document bag smugly . " I already know your secret . If you don't want Jason to kick you out , you'd better get on your knees and apologize to me right now ! " Victoria stared at her for several seconds , then suddenly chuckled . " You're insane . " With that , she turned to leave . Sophia was completely enraged by her attitude and rushed forward , grabbing her wrist , " Stop pretending ! This evidence is enough to make you … " before she could finish , Victoria jerked her hand away . Caught off guard , Sophia's foot slipped and she fell backward . Aldi ! " in her panic , she desperately grabbed Victoria's clothes , and both of them tumbled down the stairs together . The sound of bodies hitting the steps echoed through the hall , mixing with Sophia's screams . Finally , both women crashed heavily onto the first - floor Landing Photos and documents from the envelope were scattered across the floor .
