Gold Digger Humiliates Shop Assistant, but Life Hits Her Back – Story of the Day

Sofia insults Chloe, a shop assistant. The last thing she expects is to see the rich husband she bragged about entering the same store with a mistress. It gets worse when her husband has more evil plans in store for her, and the only one who can help her is Chloe.

Sofia was busy browsing through racks of designer outfits when the sound of approaching footsteps drew her attention. Turning around, she was taken aback to see Chloe, a familiar face from her past, now working in the store.

"Chloe, is that you? Oh my god, I cannot believe you're working in this hellhole!" Sofia's words carried an air of disdain.

Chloe, however, responded with a calm demeanor and a relaxed smile on her face. Not at all ruffled by Sofia's sharp words, she opened her mouth to speak.

"Hi, Sophia. Glad to see you! How are you?" Chloe gently asked, but her attempt to introduce a note of civility into the conversation was met with a proud response from Sophia, who began to brag about all the things she enjoyed.

"Best of all, baby!" Sofia proudly proclaimed, raising her hand to show the dazzling diamond ring that adorned her finger.

"My life is full of love and gold, you know," Sofia continued, launching into a bragging spree that vividly depicts her extravagant lifestyle.

"I drive a Porsche, I wear diamonds, I go to parties, and I enjoy life in general as always," she declared, ensuring that she also touched the diamond necklace around her neck.

"But I see that you haven't changed at all! Well, at least you removed your braces," she continued, pointing a finger at Chloe's teeth as she dredged up memories from the past with a mocking smile.

"I told you! If you had dressed up, made your hair, and gotten a little plastic surgery, you wouldn't have to work either," Sofia continued, pointing at Chloe's face and the store itself, dismissing its worth compared to her extravagant lifestyle.

"But I know it's too late to change anything. Your age—" she began, as if Chloe's existence disappointed her.

"But aren't we the same age, Martha?" Chloe interjected, a raised eyebrow indicating her growing annoyance with Sofia's continuous belittling of everything that concerned her.

"Yes, but look at me and yourself," Sofia declared, pulling Chloe in front of a mirror.

"I mean, come on, I have spas, beauty salons, plastic surgery, and what do you have?" she asked, her tone heavy with mockery as she gestured dismissively at the store's surroundings.

Although it was a big clothing store, it was nothing compared to Sophia's easy and luxurious lifestyle.

"Boxes? Warehouses? Hard labor, seriously?" Sofia continued, sweeping a disdainful over the store.

"Even now, I can fly to Bali and drink cocktails under a palm tree for a month!" she boasted, a proud smile on her face. It was evident that Sofia had more to say, but Chloe, tired of the one-sided verbal assault, again opened her mouth to speak.

"Can I offer you some tea?" she asked calmly, attempting to shift the conversation's focus away from her.

"Coffee is better," Sofia instantly responded. The only reason she was there was to look around before heading home.

The store looked better on the outside, but if I'm going to look around, I could do it with a cup.

"Okay, coffee then," Chloe conceded before turning around to call another store attendant, who could fetch it while she attended to her.

"Liam! Can you bring some coffee, please?" Chloe asked, beckoning to the male attendant who hurried over to their side the second he was called.

"Of course. Hello!" he greeted, turning his focus away from Chloe to Sofia, ready to receive her order.

"Sugar? Milk?" Liam inquired to make the coffee the exact way she wanted it. However, Sofia's response was far from appreciative.

"Seriously?" she retorted, clearly annoyed at the options she had been given.

"I'll have a latte, lactose-free, skimmed milk with cream. Make sure it's not too hot," Sofia instructed in a demanding tone and a rude expression.

Liam, committed to delivering quality service, ignored the rude behavior of the customer and focused more on fulfilling her request.

"Okay, so should the cream also be skimmed?" Liam asked, seeking confirmation, only to be shocked to hear Sophia's sharp and fiery response.

"Did I say anything about skimmed cream!" she yelled, her impatience evident in her tone. Her loud tone pierced through the calm atmosphere of the store.

"A staff member should be able to listen attentively, boy. How are you unable to understand direct instructions? There's no way you'll be able to attend to customers if you continue like this," she scolded him.

Liam had a stiffer look as he tried to hold in the anger slowly boiling over to the surface.

"Okay," he quickly responded before turning around to leave, not seeing any reason to stay, and continued to be insulted.

But he had barely taken a few steps when he heard Sophia speak from behind him.

"It can't be too hot or too cold," She said, giving him a last set of instructions before ignoring him to focus her attention back on Chloe, who was arranging clothes on display.

Sofia walked towards Chloe, wasting no time expressing her disdain for the store and its employees.

"Now I recognize the style of this store. All the employees are as dumb as a rock," She told Chloe, finding a particular delight in bragging to her.

"Chloe, believe me, I wasn't going to come to this hellhole, but Tom got an urgent call from work," Sofia explained, attempting to justify her presence in the store before going ahead to show the importance of her husband.

"Tom owns his own large company; he makes his schedule, you know, but—What am I talking about? You won't understand," abruptly cutting herself off and showing Chloe's inability to comprehend her high-profile lifestyle. Unfazed by Sofia's attempt to belittle her, Chloe responded with a diplomatic smile.

"Sure."

Chloe had known Sophia in school and, even then, understood that the things they both enjoyed were vastly different, so she wasn't too surprised by her behavior.

If she were pleased, wouldn't she be much happier than the bitter person she appears to be? Chloe thought to herself, listening to her continue to speak.

"Anyway, in short, I decided to have some fun while he finishes his business, so I ended up here," Sofia explained with a sad intonation as if the store itself was a detour from the glamorous life she was accustomed to.

Sophia would have continued without Liam, who suddenly appeared with a small cup.

"Here you are. Your latte, skimmed milk, lactose-free, creamy without foam, not too hot," Liam recited, presenting the coffee to Sofia with a sense of professionalism.

On the other hand, Sophia wasted no time expressing her dissatisfaction the second she collected the cup and showed her disapproval before taking a sip.

"Yeah, not too hot; it's cold!," Sophia screamed at him, returning the cup of coffee to Liam with a dismissive gesture.

It happened so fast that Liam barely lost his grip entirely on the cup, and this time around, Liam was pissed. The image of what would have happened if the cup had spilled and poured all over him was fixed in his mind as he watched Sophia continue to yell.

"I won't drink it!" Sofia declared, making her displeasure abundantly clear.

Liam's face was scrunched up in a scowl; gone was the professional aura that oozed out of every pore of his body.

At this point, Chloe felt a need to intervene when she noticed the angry expression on Liam's face.

"Sophia, can I show you our new collection?" she asked, attempting to diffuse the heavy tension she could feel in the air.

"Wow, you have a new collection? I wonder who these nameless design geniuses are."

At this point, without saying a word, Liam chose to leave, bottling his emotions tightly within him, focusing more on putting as much distance between himself and Sophia as he could before he lost it.

Ignore the crazy customer! Ignore her! he thought to himself as he walked away.

Unimpressed by the store's offerings, Sofia explored the upper floor, and Chloe immediately followed her.

With a frown on her face, Sofia continued trying on hats, absorbed in her disdain for what the store had to offer when the store's entrance chimed with the arrival of two new individuals.

A woman and a man entered the store hand in hand. One glance would have been more than enough for any stranger to conclude that they were lovers, but the way the woman rubbed herself all over the man made it even more glaring.

"I heard about this place and wanted to come here. Tom, I'm so glad you agreed to come with me!" the woman happily chirped from beside him as her eyes roved curiously around the store.

The man beside her also responded affectionately,

"Of course, I love you. I can't wait for you to finish here and for us to return to the hot bath waiting for us in our hotel room," he said, kissing her cheek as he followed her through the racks of clothes.

Chloe found the open show of love amusing, but Sophia's reaction to the scene below was completely different as she slowly pulled off the white hat she had tried on.

Sophia appeared completely fine until Chloe passed her another hat to try on, only for her to slap Chloe's hands away angrily.

It wasn't light, and the sting she felt was enough for Chloe to lash out finally.

"What the hell is wrong with you? I've tried to be as understanding as—" Chloe began in a raised tone, grabbing Sophia's arm and jerking her closer to yell even more, only for her to freeze in shock.

Streaming down Sophia's face were heavy balls of tears, leaving trails of sorrow that Chloe found challenging to understand and, at the same time, impossible to ignore. However, that was until a second later when something suddenly clicked in Chloe's mind.

TOM! Isn't that the name of her husband? Chloe wondered, not knowing what else to think as the revelation of the man's identity struck like lightning.

Had it been any other customer, Chloe would have chosen to stay quiet. But not for Sophia.

"That's your husband, isn't it?" Chloe asked, not particularly surprised not to get a response as Sophia continued to weep with her head down silently.

"Are you just going to watch him cheat on you with another woman silently?" Chloe asked, a little annoyed to see Sophia continue to mope behind the racks of clothes.

What happened to her infinitely sharp tongue? Chloe wondered as she passed a clean handkerchief to Sophia, who continued to cry silently.

"I thought you were stronger than this, but I guess I was wrong."

"You have no clue—" Sophia hissed at her, angrily wiping her tears with the handkerchief Chloe passed her.

As much as she wanted to pretend that she wasn't affected by her words, she couldn't.

"He has all the money, and even my cars are in his name," Sophia silently sobbed, wiping off more tears as they poured down her face.

"So?" Chloe asked, with a slightly confused expression.

"So, I have no idea what will happen if I confront him and he decides to toss me aside," Sophia cried even louder, her eyes red from the tears that slipped down her cheeks.

Chloe stood beside her and watched with a slightly cold expression as she looked down at the couple downstairs who were having a romantic moment near the changing rooms.

"Correct me if I'm wrong, but isn't it obvious that he's already tossed you aside?" Chloe asked, pointing in their direction as she spoke.

Sophia, who had her head bowed, instantly looked up, shocked to look downstairs and see Tom publicly kiss the woman beside him.

Before she could think a little more about it, Sophia reacted with a rage unlike any she had ever felt.

"Tom!" Sophia yelled in a booming voice that echoed through the entire store.

"Tom, how dare you!" she yelled again, storming downstairs as she cried, satisfied to see Tom instantly jerk away from the mistress in his arms.

But though he pulled away from her, Tom still appeared a little unfazed by Sofia's outburst. He maintained his composure as he watched her run down the stairs.

This only made Sophia even more furious as she rushed towards him, demanding immediate answers.

Her finger pointed at the woman beside him.

"What's going on? Who is this woman!" she asked, eyes tinged red from the tears she had previously cried, now blazing with unhidden anger.

Tom also responded, but it wasn't the explanation she needed to hear.

"Um, listen, what are you doing here? I thought you were at home," he said, his eyes following each of her movements as he hurriedly pushed his lover behind him.

But this only made Sophia feel like she was losing her mind as she watched her husband hide his mistress from her.

"You haven't answered my question. Who is this woman?" she yelled, directing her frustration at Tom and the woman who, rather than getting angry, smiled back at Sofia and even spoke to her regardless of the tension in the air.

"Oh, I'm Melissa; nice to meet—" Melissa said, toying playfully with her black curls as she stretched out a hand to shake Sophia.

"Keep your claws away from me!" Sofia fiercely responded before Melissa could finish her introduction.

The tension gradually escalated as Sofia's anger intensified, fueled by the sight of Tom pulling Melissa closer to his side than before after her loud outburst.

"Melissa, try and look around a little. See if there's anything you like," Tom told her, and without waiting to be told a second time, Melissa smiled and agreed, swinging her hips delightfully as she walked off.

"Tom! Are-are you serious right now?" Sophia asked, stammering a little as she watched her husband stare openly at another woman's ass in front of her without trying to hide it.

Still, somewhere in her heart, she expected to see Tom apologize for his actions and at least try to show some regret, only to be completely astounded by his following words.

"Honey, please! You're making a scene!" Tom snapped at her, stunning her into utter silence.

"I don't need a scandal, and not of all, I don't need to see a nervous breakdown," he snapped, his words cutting through the already tense atmosphere.

"Yo-you're talking to me?" Sophia asked, shocked to hear herself stammer, unable to comprehend what was happening around her.

She had only been married for a couple of months, and even though Tom was a little rough with her, he had never been outrightly cruel.

"I don't understand, but what about our marriage? Don't you care about my feelings?" Sophia asked, her voice a mix of confusion and hurt. The unexpected events had wholly shattered the illusion of their seemingly perfect relationship.

Tom, however, responded with a mocking chuckle.

"Feelings? Engagement? Come on, are you crazy?" he laughed, further deepening Sophia's bewilderment.

The revelation that followed left Sophia even more perplexed. "This ring, it means nothing. Why do you think I give you so much money? You can go anywhere you want and decide to come here," Tom grumbled.

He was annoyed that all his plans for the night had been interrupted, and, above all, she made a massive scene in such an open place.

"I don't understand," Sophia repeated, her voice tinged with hurt and disbelief. Undeterred by her emotional state, Tom continued to belittle her with a heartless remark.

"Sure, you don't understand. Thinking is not your strongest point," he insulted, disregarding Sophia's feelings.

"Let me clarify: You married me mostly because of my money, and I married you as an investment. What do you think all those dresses, expensive cars, watches, and shoes are for?" Tom explained, revealing a transactional view of their relationship.

"I expect you to be a good little wife like you're supposed to."

The atmosphere in the store hung heavy with an uncomfortable silence as Sophia, on the verge of tears, whispered her disbelief.

"Yes, but I love you. I also thought you loved me." The revelation shattered her perception of the entire marriage.

Tom, unmoved by Sophia's emotional state, responded callously, questioning the very concept of love.

"Do I even believe in love? Come on! This is a beneficial relationship," he declared, his words cutting through the air with a cold, calculated demeanor.

As if to emphasize his point, he reached into his pocket and produced a gold card, a symbol of the transactional nature of their connection.

"Here, take this!" Tom insisted, pressing the gold card into Sophia's trembling hands. Still processing the harsh reality of their relationship, Sophia stared at Tom, hesitating to accept the tangible representation of their shattered love.

"Take it! Go take a spa, have a nice dinner or something, then go home," Tom instructed, his voice devoid of remorse, expecting her to nod and accept it like she usually did.

Tom was utterly unprepared to see Sophia snatch the card from his hands and toss it to the ground, yelling at him as she had previously done, but this time, her tears were back in full force.

"You-you can keep your stinky money! We're done!" Sophia yelled at him with tears in her eyes, enough to obstruct most of her vision.

"You know that's not possible. Without me, what do you think you'll do? How will you live?" Tom sneered at her with a sly smirk as he bent down to take the card Sophia had tossed on the ground.

"Take it!" Tom told her in a more commanding voice than before, but instead of waiting there to listen to what he had to say, Sophia ran out of the store.

Chloe, who had gotten a front-row seat to all that had happened, instantly ran after her.

Not only was Sophia not in an excellent mental state because of their shared past, but she also knew that Sophia had never worked a day and probably had no idea what to do.

Thankfully, Chloe didn't have to go far before she found her crying by the corner of the store.

"I-I have no idea what to do," Sophia wailed when she looked up to see Chloe after hearing footsteps approaching her.

"You'll figure it out, Sophia. You're strong, and I assure you that you don't need such a man."

"I'm not a nerd like you, Chloe. I'm not as smart. All I have is my face. How will I maintain the life I'm used to?" Sophia asked, looking at the street corner she was crying in and disgusted at the thought that she had already stooped so low.

"You'll figure it out. I can help you if that's okay with you. You can stay with me and work at the store until you figure things out," Chloe told her, pulling her off the ground and helping her wipe some dried tears that clung to her face.

"I-I'm sorry, Chloe. I'm sorry," Was all Sophia could say the moment she got on her feet, not knowing what she would have done without Chloe's help.

Sophia knew her attitude wasn't the best, and even the few people she hung around with would instantly discard her when they heard she was divorcing Tom.

Am I nothing without him? Sophia wondered, looking at Chloe with hope, determined to do her best to be more like her.

Little did Sophia know that although she was determined to let Tom go, he wasn't, and it wasn't for the right reasons.

When Sophia ran out of the store, Tom and his lover Melissa left a few minutes later.

Throughout the drive back to the hotel, Tom was highly distracted, barely paying attention to Melissa like before.

How could she toss my card to the floor?

She's probably just throwing a tantrum; she'll be back!

Still, what if she doesn't come back?

Different thoughts slowly flew through Tom's mind as he sent Melissa home and called for his best friend to meet him at his house that night.

"Tom, what's wrong? You sounded pretty disturbed?" Luke asked him, settling on a couch close to Tom the second he entered the room.

"I messed up! Sophia's leaving me."

"That's not possible. She likes you and your money too much to—"

"She caught me with another woman, and I might have blown things out of proportion by insulting her."

"Are you serious? Isn't that going to affect the plan?" Luke half-yelled, jerking upright compared to the leisurely way he leaned into the sofa he sat in.

"It can't be that bad, right? I mean you---"

"It's bad! I was pissed, and Melissa is someone I've been trying to get with for a while," Tom confessed with a huge sigh, and he got on his feet and walked over to the bar to pour himself a drink.

"I can't set her up to take the fall for the financial frauds I've done if she divorces me. She was supposed to be a backup plan in case I get caught!" Tom grumbled, gulping the contents of his wine cup all at once.

"Relax! It's not so bad."

"Luke, what do you mean it's not so bad? Why do you think I've been spending so much money on her and sending her on many trips? I can't start from scratch."

"I can't believe that now of all times is when she thinks she can't leave without me," Tom grumbled under his breath even more, pouring himself another glass to calm his boiling rage.

"You don't have to start from scratch, you know?"

"Luke, spit it out if you have something to say!"

"You married her because she loves money, and she also loves you, right? What makes you think she has changed? I bet she'll return to you when you offer more money."

"What if she doesn't?" Tom asked with his tone laced with unhidden anxiety.

"Don't worry, she will. A gold digger is always good as long as there's gold," Luke responded with a sly expression.

"The moment she accepts the offer, you'll instantly make her sign the documents you need her to sign, and Jail is something you'll never have to worry about!" Luke continued with a massive grin, happy to see Tom in a better mood as he nodded and smiled back at him.

It was 2 a.m. in the early morning hours when Sophia, who had been fast asleep beside Chloe, suddenly woke up.

Her lashes fluttered open, and in one singular movement, she flew off the bed and headed straight for the bathroom, slamming the door shut behind her, almost like she knew what was coming.

The very next second, she was on her knees, emptying the remains of her dinner into the toilet while doing her best to be as quiet as possible.

The process wasn't quick, and thirty minutes later, when absolutely nothing more could slide out of her throat, Sophia rested her back against the door and silently wept.

Tears poured out of her eyes as she rubbed her belly in circular motions like one would pet a dog one loved.

"I don't think I can do this. How can I take care of both of us if I can't even take care of myself," Sophia whispered to herself as she continued to rub her slightly bulged belly with a frightened look on her face.

She was still lost in thought when she suddenly heard a loud ding in her pocket. It was a message notification, one she was familiar with.

Curious, she glanced at it, beyond shocked to see the words written on it and even more shocked to see who had sent it.

Sophia. I'm sorry. To make it up to you, I'll send a hundred million to you. I'd like you to meet me tomorrow and talk about it. If you still want to leave, I won't stop you. I LOVE YOU!

Sophia instantly wiped the tears around her eyes, scrambling to her feet in seconds as she read and reread the message over and over again.

I planned to tell him about the baby, but even without telling him, is he still willing to give me such an amount? Maybe he loves me, Sophia thought.

Even after she went back to bed, it was all she could think about throughout the night until the next morning.

"That's what he sent to me!" Sophia said, showing Chloe the message she had received, who instantly began to shake her head when she saw it.

"He's lying. I don't know what he's up to, but I wouldn't believe him if I were you."

"But it's a hundred million. What if he's sincere? Think of all the things I could do with such a —"

"Really? Why do you think he'll suddenly give you such an amount? He wants something from you," Chloe responded, shaking her head even more as she got ready for work.

"I don't know. Maybe I should at least hear him out," Sophia replied, staring at her hands in her lap, not knowing what to do with them.

"I wouldn't meet him if I were you," Chloe seriously told her before leaving the house.

Sophia also knew how strange it was for him to suddenly offer to give her such a tremendous amount of money after all the insults heaped on her.

At the same time, she couldn't help but hold onto hope.

Sophia remained home while Chloe went to work since she wouldn't resume until the following week.

The day went as well as it usually did when Chloe was shocked to see Tom enter the store.

He was formally dressed and carried a folder in his hands.

Instead of moving to the cloth section, he moved to the store's refreshment area, where customers could rest and drink to unwind.

He's here to meet someone. Did Sophia agree to meet him?

At any other time, Chloe would have had no issues ignoring him and minding her business, but she couldn't help but worry about what Tom was doing.

Slowly, she followed behind him unseen, standing close enough to listen to the conversation he was having over the phone.

"Yes, I'm here. She should be here soon," Tom said as he dropped into one of the empty chairs in the corner he had chosen.

"Once she signs the documents, it'll be her head on the block, not mine."

"She spent a lot of money, too; it's time for her to pay for it. What's a little time in jail?"

"Even though I was the one that committed the fraud, I can't afford to be prosecuted. I'll lose everything. At least if she goes, when she comes out, I can give her a few million," Tom sighed into the phone with a smile.

"I'll tell you how it goes. She already agreed to meet with me. I'm almost a hundred percent sure that she'll sign it."

"I'll call you when it's done," Tom said, speaking to the person on the other side of the call before hanging up.

A few minutes had passed when Sophia slowly entered the store, moving straight toward where he was seated.

"I haven't forgotten the things you said to me yesterday," Sophia began.

"I know, but I promise to make up for it," Tom instantly responded, opening up the folders on the table the second Sophia sat down.

"The moment you sign these documents, I'll send the money straight into your account," Tom told her, not surprised to see a distrustful expression instantly flash across her face.

"I can also send it to you first before you sign it. Whichever makes you happy," Tom told her with a dashing smile as he brought out a signed cheque.

Sophia felt that it was too good to be true, but at the same time, she thought it would be dumb of her to let such an opportunity go.

I'm not doing this only for me, Sophia thought as she slowly nodded and drew the documents closer to her.

She scanned through it, and after seeing that it was mainly financial accounts about money, Sophia saw no reason not to sign it.

With the time I've spent with him. There's no way he'll hurt me. Sophia decided to take the pen she was offered to do as he asked and collect the promised money.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you!" Chloe hurriedly screamed from where she had been standing and watching.

"It's the second time I'm saying this, but I hope you listen," Chloe told her.

"Who are you? How dare you butt into matters that don't—" Tom snapped at her, but Chloe appeared utterly unconcerned.

"I heard your conversation, and I refuse to allow Sophia to go to jail," Chloe said, to Sophia's astonishment, who couldn't believe the words coming out of Chloe's mouth.

"Wh-what!" Sophia stuttered, staring at Chloe and waiting for an explanation.

"If you sign the papers, he will pin all his fraudulent crimes on you. You'll go to jail in his place," Chloe explained, and Sophia felt a little dizzy just hearing it.

Chloe had no reason to tell such an elaborate lie, and as much as she thought she knew Tom, Sophia had no iota of trust in him with everything he had done.

"Sophia, she's lying! Why would I ever want to do such a thing to you?" Tom gently said, trying to move closer to her and salvage the situation as best as possible, but Sophia kept stepping back.

"I love you! She has no evidence and just doesn't want you to get back to me. What if- what if she wants me for herself?" Tom yelled, trying to twist things to suit his narrative.

"You wish! I recorded his conversation. He can't get—" Chloe had barely spoken a few words when Tom dropped the folders in his hands and pounced on her, aiming for the phone in her hands.

Sophia was shocked to see him act like this, but at the same time, she didn't hesitate to jump at him to stop her.

"Get off her! You lying piece of—"

"Don't hurt her!" Chloe screamed, clawing at Tom's face as he tried to toss Sophia away to be able to focus entirely on him.

The fight was still going on in full, attracting some people's attention, who instantly moved closer to separate them when the loud sound of sirens filled the air.

"I already called the cops, and they're already on their way. You're going to jail!" Chloe yelled, satisfied to see Tom tear himself away and flee with the documents when he heard her words.

"Did you—"

"Yes, I did. You have nothing to worry about Sophia."

"Really?" Sophia responded, shaking her head to show that she disagreed as tears began to pool in her eyes.

But the two of them were still talking when they heard a loud noise outside and saw a team of policemen run out of their cars and pounce on Tom, who had been trying to run away. The documents folder in his hands was scattered everywhere when they caught him.

"I've done nothing wrong! You can't take me away!" he screamed, his voice attracting the attention of passersby, as he was stuffed in the police car and taken away.

A few moments later, everything returned as it was, but Sophia felt even more depressed than when she found out that her husband was planning to send her to jail.

"I have nothing to worry about when the father of my child is going to jail for fraud?" Sophia asked Chloe with a sad smile on her face, one that didn't reach her eyes.

"Maybe I'll be better off going instead of him," Sophia whispered sadly, only to feel Chloe wrap her arms firmly around her.

"Nonsense!" Chloe declared, her voice carrying a conviction that sought to dismantle the walls of insecurity that confined Sophia's spirit.

"Sophia, you're smart. You just underestimate yourself. You have your style and charisma. In time, you can stand on your own feet."

"Do you think so?" Sophia asked, her voice trembling with a fragile hope.

"Yes, Sophia," Chloe asserted with unwavering certainty.

"You have so much to offer, and it's time you recognize your worth. Moreover, I'll be here to help you with whatever you need," Chloe told her.

In that moment, Chloe became a friend and guide, navigating Sophia through the labyrinth of self-discovery with compassion and understanding.

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