Second Chance At Love by Iris Mignon

Chapter 2

Ada’s gentleness stood in stark contrast to Sophia, who possessed a strong–willed nature. Whenever a man was beside Ada, they instinctively would feel the urge to protect her.

“I’m feeling much better. Perhaps the little one sensed that Daddy was here, so it stopped fussing,” Ada remarked before playfully changing the subject. “Jason, do you think our child will resemble you more or me?”

Jason was momentarily dazed, his expression serious as he glanced at Ada’s still–flat abdomen, The unexpected pregnancy wasn’t part of his plans, and he grappled with the realization that the fling from over a month ago had spiraled beyond his control.

“Jason.” Ada gently shook him. “Jason, what are you thinking? Tell me, who do you think our child will resemble more?”

Ada’s gentle voice snapped Jason back to reality. He reached out to stroke her hair, offering reassurance. “Perhaps a boy like me? And if it’s a girl, she’ll look like you. Now, focus on caring for yourself and don’t overthink things.”

Upon hearing Jason’s response, Ada’s smile brightened, her eyes drifting to her belly as she gently caressed it. Yet, beneath the surface of her affectionate gesture, a flicker of viciousness flashed in her eyes. Her inner voice seethed, “Soon, I’ll reclaim everything that rightfully belongs to me from Sophia, that despicable bitch.”

Standing just beyond the door, Sophia heard every syllable of their conversation, her heart pounding in disbelief.

Their words cut through her like sharpened blades. Sophia’s grip on the wall faltered, her legs threatening to give way beneath her. In a rush of disbelief, she felt her strength drain away, leaving her slumped against the wall, Slowly, she began to slide down to the floor, each inch a painful reminder of her shattered heart.

the outsider, a mere joke in this absurd relationship. “No wonder he’s been jetting off abroad so often lately, she thought, her inner voice laced with self–mockery. “Seems he’s

vixen?‘ Sophia’s mind raced

perhaps my failing heart wasn’t such a bad thing after all. Now, I could simply bide my time until the end of my life,‘ she

silent room. Back at their villa in the evening, Sophia’s trembling hands tore apart each document, the rustle of the paper. She watched as the torn remnants were swallowed

condition.

condition. The mere thought of

unsettling forced to choose. “It’s his beautiful first love, after all,” she muttered, her thoughts tangled in a web of sorrow and resentment. “He had always

night, Jason maneuvered his car into the garage after a long day. As he parked, he couldn’t help glancing toward the living room, a habit he had learned over the years. Regardless of the hour, a warm glow would typically

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a heavy heart, he ventured into the living room, his steps echoing in the silence. In the foyer, he found a pair of elegant high

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in the presence of Sophia’s belongings, the weight of Ada’s pregnancy bore down on him, leaving him

her fingers tightly clutching at her chest as if trying to quell the stabbing pain that surged through her. Each wave felt more agonizing than the last, leaving her feeling as though she were