“Well,” he murmured, grinning, “so much for professional.”
“Theodore said the best architecture comes from bold risks,” I whispered. “Guess that applies to life, too.”
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The relationship with Jacob changed everything and nothing. At work, we were still CEO and senior partner. After hours, we were just Sophia and Jacob, learning each other. He was patient with my hesitations—never pushing, always there when I needed grounding. Unlike Richard, who needed me small, Jacob seemed to grow alongside me.
“Tell me about your marriage,” he asked one night in January as we sat in the library. Snow fell outside, quiet and steady. I tensed.
“Why?” I asked.
“Because I can see you waiting for me to become him,” Jacob said gently. “Every time you accomplish something, you brace yourself. I want to understand what he did so I never accidentally echo it.”
I’d never talked about the details with anyone, but Jacob’s face held only concern.
“He made me feel like everything about me was too much or not enough,” I said. “My degree was cute but impractical. My ideas were hobbyist nonsense. When I got excited about architecture, he called it obsessive. When I was quiet, boring. I couldn’t win.”
“That wasn’t about you,” Jacob said. “That was about him needing you insecure.”
“I know that now,” I said. “But for ten years, I believed him. I made myself smaller and smaller. Spoiler alert—it didn’t work. He still cheated.”
Jacob took my hand. “Sophia, you’re the most extraordinary person I’ve ever met. Your passion isn’t too much. It’s everything.”
I kissed him, overwhelmed by the difference between being celebrated versus erased.
“I love you,” I said—first time aloud.
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