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.

his grip on her waist and leaned in to pour her a shot. “Good girl,” he chuckled.

beautiful, I adore a woman with fire in her, especially

could practically feel the icy rage radiating from Jason. Witnessing this scene could easily get them labeled liabilities. After all, a wife entertaining other men wasn’t exactly a good look for Jason. Silence might be their only defense

into Greg’s lap, whispering secrets in his ear, ‘Despicable woman,‘ he thought, stomach churning. ‘How could she stoop so low as to cozy up to that old coot? Does she have

her. Coming here was the right move. This was her confirmation, her proof. His possessiveness meant he still

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

is precious, and I

was about

It was Ada, looking stunning in a little black dress. She’d come with Jason

friend wher. Jason had settled her in

eyes landed on Sophia. “What are you

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