Second Chance At Love by Iris Mignon

Chapter 66

A furrow dug into Jason’s brow. Had she truly spent the entire afternoon kneeling in the yard? This sudden, unquestioning obedience was a new development in his wife. He’d commanded her before to stay by his side, but those orders had fallen on deaf ears. Same with Oliver, that bastard–his warnings to stay away had been ignored. Even Ada and her baby were off–limits according to him, yet she had tried to kill them in broad daylight. Now, a casual instruction to kneel, and there she was, like a supplicant. It was unsettling.

“Jason, my stomach hurts,” Ada’s weak voice whined from inside ti

the car, snapping him out of his internal rant

He squeezed his eyes shut for a moment, then scooped Ada up and carried her into the house. As he passed Sophia, a near–lifeless figure in the snow, Ada couldn’t help but smirk. I will turn your life into a living hell, Sophia.”

Jason paused, his frown deepening at Sophia’s pale, almost translucent face. “Stop playing dead. Get up and get a room ready for Ada. She’s staying awhile.”

frost clinging to her skin. She looked like a frozen corpse. He tapped her with his foot, and her whole body flopped to the ground. His expression changed in an instant. He dumped Ada on Aaron and rushed to Sophia’s side. Her exposed skin was ice–cold. “Call the mansion, get a female doctor over here, now.”

up my game and ditch this pest. Jason sees through this, I’m toast. Her gaze fell to her flat stomach, filled with hate. Still no miscarriage. If things go as planned today, I can finally seek Benjamin and Camila’s help to hold Sophia accountable. Even if I can’t send Sophia to jail, I can still kick her out of the Wilson family. But this fetus clings to life with an

his wife. Maybe you shouldn’t stay. Should I take

him

to do now? Carry me

Swallowing his anger, he scooped her up and trudged towards the living room. “Mr. Wilson must be oblivious,

on the bed. The warmth slowly chased away the cold in her body, but the real chill had crept deeper, draining her

The pregnancy medication helps, but there are still signs of miscarriage. Why not tell Mr. Wilson? I can’t say a thing, but you can. He’d believe

chandelier, pupils wide and dark. Slowly, she turned her head, eyes focusing on Hannah. “Where’d Jason go?” Her voice, dry and raspy, held no trace of sorrow or

“Eve just came by, said…

always there for his first love. Telling him about