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?”

to his male ego, or specifically, her “betrayal had humiliated him. If this could avenge her, Sophia would ride the wave and completely trample

Ada, right? So, by contrast, what

to her neck, and he gripped

fists clenched, her heart reduced to pieces. She knew that betrayal among adults invariably led to mutual destruction- Jason hurt her in body and soul and she wounded his dignity. This exchange of torment,

to slip away, and her eyes closed, plunging her into endless darkness.

wave of foreboding. The scent of blood filled the car, and on instinct, he looked down to see a shocking stain of red. In near panic, he released her. ‘Her period was over, wasn’t it? Why

struck by lightning. After frantically adjusting his clothes, he lifted the partition

office at Wilson Mansion

flipped through photos extracted from the package. Her well–maintained face contorted

Sophia, dressed in a men’s nightshirt, from Oliver’s villa–an affair plain for anyone