Second Chance At Love by Iris Mignon

Chapter 39

Heartless words always seemed to slip effortlessly from his lips, shattering her heart into pieces. She clung tightly to his shirt and said through gritted teeth. “Jason, I hate you.”

That what met her declaration was his utter madness. As agonizing pain attacked her core, she instinctively shielded her heart. Her eyes, filled with resentment, seemed to drag him into a bottomless abyss of suffering from which he could never escape.

Jason, unsettled by her gaze of despair, suddenly covered her eyes, unable to bear the hate swirling within them. “How does it feel compared to Oliver? Am I making it unforgettable for you?” he asked.

Sophia’s hand, gripping his shirt, slid down powerlessly. Her entire being was like a puppet with severed strings, consumed by despair and helplessness. Since she had resolved to hate, she would not care about the pain he inflicted

Unable to stand her extreme indifference, a viciousness grew in Jason. Only by tormenting her did he feel that this woman was still his wife, still belonging to him. “Speak up. Who is more unforgettable, huh?”

control, gave a wry smile. She wasn’t naive enough to think he was jealous; his frenzy stemmed from a blow to his male ego, or specifically,

to Ada? It’s Ada, right? So, by contrast, what Oliver has given me, you could never

hand snapped to her neck, and he gripped tightly, cursing through clenched teeth. “Slut.”

fists clenched, her heart reduced to pieces. She knew that betrayal among adults invariably led to mutual destruction- Jason hurt her in body

reached her ears. Sophia’s heavy eyelids flickered as waves of dizziness overwhelmed her. Her consciousness began to slip away, and her eyes closed, plunging her into endless darkness. If not for

wave of foreboding. The scent of blood filled the car, and on instinct, he looked down to see a

frantically adjusting his clothes, he lifted the partition and bellowed to the driver. “Head to

five minutes earlier, the security office at Wilson Mansion had received an anonymous package designated

from the package. Her well–maintained face contorted

nightshirt, from Oliver’s villa–an affair