Second Chance At Love by Iris Mignon

Chapter 89

The flimsy paper felt like a dagger when it slapped against Sophia’s cheek. Her eyes darted down to the scattered pages–the so–called “Investigation results.” A bitter laugh escaped her lips. Two days ago, she’d secretly booked an appointment with a private doctor. The plan? To terminate the pregnancy, then strategically drop the bombshell on Jason, dealing him the ultimate blow. But Ada, that viper, had exploited the loophole. The report now labeled the doctor a “perfumer skilled in concocting poisonous mists.” There was no way to clear her

name.

Jason, convinced of her guilt in Alison’s poisoning, had locked onto this “evidence.” But explaining the truth wouldn’t matter. He wouldn’t listen anyway. “You already think I poisoned Alison. What’s the point of denying it? Fine, have it your way. I confess”

Jason’s hand shot out, seizing her by the throat, his face darkening with a chilling intensity that radiated from his eyes. Sophia’s throat.row from the earlier struggle, ripped open again, sending a fresh wave of crimson cascading down her chin. The sight sent Jason’s pupils reeling “What’s… what’s wrong with you?”

His fleeting panic ignited a spark in Sophia’s once–dead eyes. This man, a walking contradiction–ruthless one moment, inexplicably worried the next. “If I told you I’m dying,” she rasped, “would you still throw me in prison?”

fear of her death was what flickered behind his cold exterior. Well, that made things easier. She couldn’t control anything else, but at least she could hold the reins on her own

‘death, I’ll break your damn legs Abruptly, he released her, stalking towards the sofa area. “Sophia Taylor,” he declared, his voice laced with disgust, “has proven herself devoid of human decency. Scheming to poison

What was this boy playing at? Was he using divorce as a shield from

is

slithered into her mind. Getting rid of that woman with a divorce wasn’t the worst outcome. As long as she was out, it worked. “Are you sure about the

her face a blank canvas. No flicker of emotion betrayed her feelings about his proposal. A knot of dread tightened in his gut. ‘Did I just

to be at the mansion

she barked at the surrounding bodyguards,

Throwing Sophia out like trash in the dead of night wouldn’t do. She’d freeze to death. The mere thought of it sent a suffocating tightness to

off. “Aaron,” he