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 a shot. “Good girl,” he chuckled. “No wonder

I adore a woman with fire in her, especially in the bedroom.” Sophia mumbled

radiating from Jason. Witnessing this scene could easily get them labeled liabilities. After all, a wife entertaining other men wasn’t exactly

stomach churning. ‘How could she stoop so low as to cozy up to that old coot?

the burning liquor, a familiar anger rising within her. Coming here was the right move. This was her confirmation, her proof. His possessiveness meant he still cared. She

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 seat, the veins in his forehead throbbing like angry worms. ‘Finally,‘ she thought with

Alright. No need to stay on my account. Time is precious, and I need to give this lovely lady in my arms the attention she

his knuckles turned white. Just as he was about to retort, the door swung open and

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

supposedly to meet a friend wher. Jason had settled her in

gasped, her voice trembling as her eyes landed on Sophia. “What

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