Second Chance At Love by Iris Mignon

Chapter 80 

Jason froze in his tracks. If Sophia begged him for help, he might reconsider ditching this business opportunity. But ten seconds ticked by and silence. No familiar, pleading voice. Disappointment gnawed at him, a cynical smirk twisting his lips Fine. Maybe after a few other guys had a shot at her, he’d despise her too. Besides, the divorce word was already out, and news traveled fast in Cester City. He might not like it. but he had to cut her loose. Rip the bandaid off, clean break, less pain in the long run. Plus, how could he feel bad? He wasn’t in love after all. 

“Mind if we give Greg some privacy? Seems he’s got his hands full.” He didn’t answer directly, but ushering the others out spoke volumes. The two executives exchanged a bewildered look, wondering if Jason was really giving his wife to another man. They’ve been married four, five years. No major scandals. Now, for a measly contract? Cold–blooded, much? But seeing Ada snuggled up to Jason, they relaxed. Apparently, this was an old flame situation. Sophia, they heard, used some underhanded tactics to snag Jason back then. Now that the tables had turned, it made sense. They weren’t getting involved in this mess. “Yeah, yeah, on our way,” they mumbled and shuffled out, leaving the 

private room empty. 

Greg didn’t waste time. He roughly shoved the woman onto the couch, his breath reeking as he leaned in to nuzzle her neck. “Hey there, beautiful. You smell amazing.” No response. He didn’t seem to mind. Nibbling on her collarbone, his hand snaked towards her dress. “So. what’d you do to tick Jason off so bad? Dude practically threw you away for a cheap contract, years of marriage down the drain.” 

Sophia stared blankly at the chandelier, eyes vacant, pupils like dark voids. No fight in her. Just a worn–out shell waiting to be violated, if Jason ever fell from grace, the pain tonight would be a thousandfold payback, an eye for an eye. Slowly, she closed her eyes and instinctively reached down to cradle her belly, thinking, “If this child dies tonight, so be it. Let Jason drown in the guilt of losing a child forever. One heart, two kids, a lifetime of torment seems fair. 

“Don’t worry, sweetheart, I’ll be gentle,” the old man cackled. Sophia clenched her fist, two tears escaping her eyes, staining the leather couch with poignant reminders of her despair. 

This time, there would be no rescue. Luna was out of town, Oliver abroad, and her family just wanted her hooking up with powerful men. The world was beautiful, but hearts? Filthy. She wouldn’t do it all again. 

Outside. 

Jason smoothly withdrew his arm from Ada’s waist, heading straight for the elevator. Ada stumbled back, regaining balance just in time. Watching his cold, resolute back, her heart plummeted. Exposing Sophia had backfired. Jason was already ruthless towards Ada, any kindness fueled by that “life–saving grace from five years ago. Now that he resented her, she was doomed. Even with a divorce, he wouldn’t marry Ada. “Jason, I’m so sorry! I was impulsive, ruined your deal. You can punish me, hit me, anything! Just please don’t be mad!” She grabbed his arm, then dropped to the floor, kneeling before him. 

Jason stopped dead in his tracks, staring down at her with icy disdain. 

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