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.

to pour her a shot. “Good girl,” he chuckled. “No wonder Mr. Willson

adore a woman with fire in her,

feel the icy rage radiating from Jason. Witnessing this scene could easily get them labeled liabilities. After all, a wife

thought, stomach churning.

familiar anger rising within her. Coming here was the right move. This was her confirmation, her proof. His possessiveness meant he still cared. She wanted to know his breaking

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.

need to stay on my account. Time is precious, and I need to

Just as he was about to retort, the door swung open

looking stunning in a little black dress. She’d come with Jason to inside. “Jason, I was

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

Sophia. “What are

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