Second Chance At Love by Iris Mignon

Chapter 80

Jason froze in his tracks. If Sophia begged him for help, he might reconsider ditching this business opportunity. But ten seconds ticked by and silence. No familiar, pleading voice. Disappointment gnawed at him, a cynical smirk twisting his lips Fine. Maybe after a few other guys had a shot at her, he’d despise her too. Besides, the divorce word was already out, and news traveled fast in Cester City. He might not like it. but he had to cut her loose. Rip the bandaid off, clean break, less pain in the long run. Plus, how could he feel bad? He wasn’t in love after all.

“Mind if we give Greg some privacy? Seems he’s got his hands full.” He didn’t answer directly, but ushering the others out spoke volumes. The two executives exchanged a bewildered look, wondering if Jason was really giving his wife to another man. They’ve been married four, five years. No major scandals. Now, for a measly contract? Cold–blooded, much? But seeing Ada snuggled up to Jason, they relaxed. Apparently, this was an old flame situation. Sophia, they heard, used some underhanded tactics to snag Jason back then. Now that the tables had turned, it made sense. They weren’t getting involved in this mess. “Yeah, yeah, on our way,” they mumbled and shuffled out, leaving the

private room empty.

couch, his breath reeking as he leaned in to nuzzle her neck. “Hey there, beautiful. You smell amazing.” No response. He didn’t seem to mind. Nibbling on her collarbone, his hand snaked towards her dress. “So. what’d you do to tick Jason off so bad? Dude practically threw you away for a cheap contract, years of marriage down the drain.”

worn–out shell waiting to be violated, if Jason ever fell from grace, the pain tonight would be a thousandfold payback, an eye for an eye. Slowly, she closed her eyes and instinctively reached down to cradle her belly, thinking, “If this child dies tonight, so be it. Let Jason drown in the guilt of losing a child

man cackled. Sophia clenched her fist, two tears escaping her eyes, staining the leather couch with poignant reminders of her despair.

her hooking up with powerful men. The world was beautiful, but hearts? Filthy. She wouldn’t do it