Second Chance At Love by Iris Mignon

Chapter 485

Sophia glanced at Jason’s eyes filled with sorrow and despair, then looked down at the box of pills in her hand, her lips curling into a cruel smile. In luxury hotel suites like this, they always provided contraceptive pills and condoms. The pills she held were contraceptives, but she had already swapped them out for fertility vitamins.

Sophia wasn’t here to rekindle old flames; she had obediently gone along with Claire’s plan, allowing herself to be sent to Jason’s bed for a greater purpose. Sweety’s life was on the line, and Sophia had no choice but to endure the humiliation, biting back her resentment as she lay beneath Jason. Only she knew the agony she felt during their that afternoon. When she was with him, she wished she could take a knife and end him. venting her deep–seated anger and hatred.

“Why not take the pills? Four years of marriage, two pregnancies, and three children were lost. These were all because of you. Do you know what that means? It means you’re destined to be alone, never to experience the joy of family. Don’t think that one together can erase the past. What you owe me. you’ll never be able to repay. With that, Sophia began tearing apart the box in her hands, her expression resolute and unyielding

With a thud, Jason fell to his knees, staring at Sophia with a face full of despair, his eyes pleading. “Sophia, don’t take the contraceptives anymore. Please don’t take them.” The contraceptives had caused their children to be born with defects, forcing her to terminate the pregnancies. He couldn’t bear to see her take them again.

a hint of satisfaction in her eyes as she watched him grovel. She thought. “What does it matter if you are a titan in the business world? Before me, you can’t even face me. Five years ago, I suffered all kinds of humiliation from you. Now, the table’s turned and

contraceptive. Once ingested, it destroys all the

forehead as he suppressed his growing madness. “Sophia… At this moment, he no longer had the elegance or calm of Rathland’s richest man. In the face of love, he was nothing

she would never carry his child again, avoiding any suspicion if she left while pregnant. “Claire kidnapped me,

of panic. He crawled to Sophia, looking up at her, urgently denying,

locking eyes with him, and asked slowly, “Do you dare swear on my