Second Chance At Love by Iris Mignon

Chapter 78

The crystal shattered with a sharp crack, the spilled liquid slithering across the polished table like a wounded snake. Jason slammed the broken glass down, his voice dripping with ice. “You call this service? A chipped glass? You’re fired!”

The waitress, pale as a ghost, crumbled to the floor in apology. “I’m so sorry, Mr. Wilson it won’t happen again, I promise!”

Jason’s scowl could curdle milk. The air grew thick with tension, causing even Greg to discreetly pull his hand away from Sophia. “Mistakes happen, Mr. Wilson,” Greg offered, trying to lighten the mood. “Let’s not get sidetracked. Let’s talk business, shall we?”

Sophia kept her head down, her eyes locked on the fractured glass. In the dim light, it looked strangely deliberate, the cracks spidering outwards like a web. A humorless smile played on her lips. So, Jason was cracking. Serves him right. He’d always prided himself on being unbreakable. Well, she aimed to be the thom in his side, a constant reminder of his betrayal

The business talk went over her head. All she could focus on was the shattered glass, a symbol of Jason’s crumbling control. Suddenly, a voice slurred from above. “Come on, sweetheart, have a drink with me.” Greg held his glass to her lips, offering vodka–a firewater that could easily knock her flat.

She hesitated for a moment, then a playful smile flickered on her lips. Reaching up, she draped her arms around Greg’s neck and climbed onto his lap. “Feed me,” she purred.

her waist and leaned in to pour her a shot. “Good girl,” he chuckled. “No wonder Mr. Willson brought

her hips roughly. “Don’t hold back, beautiful, I adore a woman with fire in her, especially in the bedroom.” Sophia

get them labeled liabilities. After all, a wife entertaining other

into Greg’s lap, whispering secrets in his ear, ‘Despicable woman,‘ he thought, stomach churning. ‘How could she stoop so low as to

a familiar anger rising within her. Coming here was the right move. This was her confirmation,

head, her crimson lips brushing against Greg’s pudgy cheek, leaving a bold stain. The temptation hung heavy in the air. As she pulled away, she saw what she’d been waiting for. Jason rose abruptly from his

No need to stay on my account. Time is precious, and I need to

so tight his knuckles turned white. Just as he was about

dress. She’d come with Jason to

Jason had settled her in his private

“What are

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