Second Chance At Love by Iris Mignon

Chapter 16

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Sophia stined from the haze of pain, her consciousness slowly returning with a bitter smile, the realized the remained alone in the hospital, where she had lost consciousness. The overpowering scent of blood hung thick in the air, assaulting her senses and triggering waves of nausea that urged her to pacape the confines of the room.

Weakened, she stumbled toward the elevators, her steps unsteady. Upon reaching the underground parking lot, a sharp pang pierced her chest, causing her to clutch at the wall for support as she struggled to maintain her balance.

“Be careful now.” A deep and resonant voice shattered the silence. Though unfamiliar, it carried a hint of familiarity, as if echoing a distant

Sophia turned slowly, and her gaze met a pair of profound eyes and distinctive features adorning a handsome face. It was Oliver Clark, whom she had encountered before.

A flicker of surprise flashed in Sophia’s eyes. Her mind briefly stumbled before she instinctively withdrew from his embrace. Yet, a sudden wave of dizziness swept over her as she regained her posture. Unable to support herself, she fell back into the arms of the man behind her.

“I’m sorry,…” Sophia’s apology was quick to follow.

Oliver raised an eyebrow, and his grip was firm around her waist. Leaning close, he whispered into her ear, “What’s there to fear? if Jason dared to betray you, giving him a taste of his own medicine is only fair. Betrayal should come with consequences for both parties.”

After carefully increasing the distance between them, she nodded faintly. “Mr. Clark, you have a point. However, I’d prefer to keep

Oliver’s

arm wrapped around her waist like an unyielding chain, restricting her

of recent events, Sophia’s body was drained of strength, and what happened today had pushed her heart to its limits,

held her steady, preventing her from collapsing to the ground. As he observed her pallid, worn–out

a chaotic life while callously trampling on his devoted wife’s love. Holding onto Sophia, he added, “He truly is a despicable man,

end, against all odds, the unborn baby persevered once more, leaving Ada seething with a rage so

precious gem. However, the bitter reality remained. The child’s biological father was nothing more than a street thug, repulsive in every

the baby stubbornly refused to succumb,

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sense of dread enveloped Jason

phone numbers and mobilized att available resources in

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passed without any sign of her until a glimmer of

retrieved, Jason discovered a disturbing scene. Sophia hud encountered over in the underground parking lot. Their interaction appeared tense and ambiguous, culminating in Oliver carrying her into an 1997 beds