Second Chance At Love by Iris Mignon

Chapter 44

Delusions would always be just that–delusions, never to be a reality in a lifetime. All she could do was shatter the beautifully sketched bubbles of fantasy amidst pain and despair and endure the bitterness of unrequited love alone.

Jason’s hand, poised to sign a contract, hesitated ever so slightly. He cast a cold glance toward Sophia standing at the door, his eyes cold and inscrutable. “Repear that, he demanded.

Sophia’s smile held a trace of tenderness, yet her eyes were fraught with pain as she stared at his well–defined features. If only he had a sliver of affection for me, it wouldn’t be such a lonely struggle in the dark. To share pain is its own form of contentment, she thought.

“I’ll be the company for the drink, but I ask for two things in return,” Sophia stated.

Jason dropped his pen, shifted in his seat, and leaned back, eyeing her with a detached chill. For some reason, he had recently seen a heartbreaking vulnerability in Sophin, an excessive frailness under her ghastly pale face, void of vitality. The sensation was inexplicable–it was as though her very soul was fading away

This realization unsettled him, and even his decision from the previous night turned into mere lip service. He had resolved then to have her create value for the company, but upon seeing her pitiable state, he’d relented.

was a mere formality, a way for him to maintain his pride. Yet, Sophia had disappointed him by coming up with such

asked Jason, his tone

face and carefully said. “First, pay

the second unleashed a fury within. “Divorce again! She wants to free herself to climb higher, even if it

manner. After all, 16 million dollars in debt is no small matter, and divorce papers aren’t easily obtained,” said

fists, her lips curled into a bitter smile. What does he want? For me to kneel before him for the

begging for a chance to create value for you, to pay off what I owe you, and then I beg you to let me go,” said Sophia.

to comply. Yet now, the mere 16 million dollars and divorce papers had her bowing her

anger. “What

cursed her inwardly, strode over to her, grasped her chin with a sudden grip, and increased the p create value? Say

wrist, a self–deprecating laugh in her voice. “I’m asking you for a chance to accompany your client.” She surrendered

her. “As you wish. I can fulfill the first condition, but the second is our of the question.” With that, he walked

away.