Second Chance At Love by Iris Mignon

Chapter 71

Sophia had figured out how to hit him where it hurt. She knew there was still a soft spot for their daughter in Jason’s heart. As long as he cared about someone, she could find a way to hurt him. Even though his wounds didn’t hurt him much at the time, after a while, he would have felt endless pain. She was really looking forward to that day. The only thing she regretted was that she probably wouldn’t get to see that day. “Take these away. My daughter’s long gone, and her father even forgot her death anniversary. What’s the point of holding onto these?”

Each word felt like a knife slicing into Jason’s heart, making him tremble. “I haven’t forgotten our child’s death anniversary. That day was

He wanted to explain, but Sophia cut him off before he could speak. After struggling to stand, she softly said, “I’ve got a shift at the club tomorrow. I need to rest. Do whatever you want.” With that, she turned and walked away.

Jason shook off the pain and instinctively grabbed her arm, his voice hoarse. “What will it take for you to stay with me?” Sophia tilted her head slightly, looking down at him, a glint in her eyes. “It’s simple. Get rid of the bastard in Ada’s belly. If you give the order, I’ll stay.”

could bring himself to get rid of the child. But with her health so fragile,

little longer, until he engraved her name on his

Jason’s voice rose sharply. “Must you degrade yourself like this?” Sophia slowly pried his fingers off hers and said deliberately, “Degrade myself? Have you forgotten? You’re the one who sent me to George’s bed, and you’re

up, and he growled coldly, “Fine, go do whatever you

smile still on her face. But after a few steps, she felt a sudden, intense pain in her chest. She slowed down, her gaze falling on her left breast, a hint of confusion in her eyes. She had already let go, and she had

leave the room. After changing into pajamas in the dressing room, he went straight back to the master bedroom. Sophia was already lying down, covering herself tightly with the quilt. This woman was afraid of the cold. In past winters, she would immediately snuggle up to him in bed, greedily absorbing his body heat. Now she wouldn’t even share a quilt with him. The cold wind howled outside as the couple lay quietly, sleeping together yet miles apart

next day at noon.

coming out of the guest room. “Hey

me a couple of times. Did it wake you up at all?”