Second Chance At Love by Iris Mignon

Chapter 58

Jason couldn’t help but wonder, ‘What’s her deal? Scratch that, what’s she up to with Oliver? That tone of hers, it’s all too familiar. Every tim we get cozy, she pulls this kinda stuff!

So… “You’re out here fooling around in broad daylight, ain’t you got no shame!”

On the other end, Amanda was giving Sophia some acupuncture. She was about to text Luna about her mom’s condition when Jason’s call came through, and she accidentally picked up.

By some cosmic coincidence, Amanda stuck a needle right in Sophia’s heart, and she let out a groan of pain. Then she heard the guy on the phone throwing insults, and the pain shot right up to her chest, making her grunt involuntarily a couple of times.

After a quiet spell, Jason’s voice of shock and anger came back through the phone. “No wonder you had a lawyer bringing divorce papers. you’re in a hurry to jump into someone else’s bed. One ain’t enough, huh? How many guys you want?”

Sophia squeezed the phone hard, the pain too much to bear. A bitter smile crossed her lips. ‘He always thinks the worst of me. Fine, let him keep on thinking that. I’m beat up and bruised, he should suffer too, fair’s fair. So she said, “Yeah, I’m running low on men, desperate as can be. I’ll be adding more to the list in the future. If you don’t wanna be a cuckold, sign the divorce papers, pronto.”

his marbles, yelling into the phone. “You think you can just waltz outta this marriage

up with

or something.

the other end, probably him smashing a coffee cup

too? When I was pregnant and found out my days were numbered, scared out of my wits, you left me high and dry, like I was being stabbed a thousand times. You should feel that

I’m hanging up. Got important stuff to take care of.” She laid it on thick with the “important stuff” bit, and

feel to have

hang up, Jason’s cold voice came through again, “You got half an hour. Get to the Wilson Group, or I’ll show

after a while of

the bedside, shot Sophia a glance and, with a practiced flick of her wrist, plunged another needle

“He was ice cold to me,” she muttered softly, “why would he go crazy for me? Thanks for still being willing to save me,

said, trying to be