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?”

exterior. Well, that made things easier. She couldn’t control

about ‘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.

this boy playing at?

“This is an order, not

with rage. But a sly thought slithered into her mind. Getting rid of that woman with a divorce wasn’t the worst outcome. As long as

dread tightened in his gut. ‘Did I just hand her the divorce she’s been craving?” he thought cynically. ‘Let her enjoy that smug satisfaction for now.

the lawyer to be at the mansion first thing tomorrow morning to handle the necessary paperwork”

When the steward confirmed, she barked at the surrounding bodyguards, “Escort this woman off the

in the dead of night wouldn’t do. She’d freeze to death. The mere thought of it sent a suffocating tightness to his

her off. “Aaron,” he