The Almighty Dominance

Chapter 327

Morning broke early, bringing with it a fresh start.

Alex rose, showered, and busied himself preparing breakfast-his signature Eggs Benedict.

Simple but irresistible. The aroma filled the kitchen just as footsteps echoed softly from behind.

"Something smells heavenly!" Sophia's voice broke the quiet.

She looked stunning, dressed impeccably in a tailored business suit, her face brightened by a gentle smile.

"Sophia? What are you doing here?" Alex blurted, confusion clear on his face. Today, of all days-why?

"I skipped breakfast, figured I'd swing by quickly on the way to work," Sophia replied casually, stepping closer to inspect the dish.

Alex narrowed his eyes skeptically. "Your office isn't anywhere near this neighborhood."

She let out a sigh and admitted reluctantly, "Fine. Lyra asked me to take you to meet someone before heading to my office. I've got some time to spare." She sat down with practiced ease, clearly dodging his pointed stare.

"Lyra could've just called me," Alex frowned deeply.

Sophia skillfully ignored his remark, brightening deliberately.

"Eggs Benedict, my favorite! How did you know?" Without waiting, she eagerly reached for a plate, determined to avoid further questioning.

Alex opened his mouth to protest, but before words could form, the front door swung open, revealing Jasmine in the doorway.

She stretched languidly, an oversized shirt slipping provocatively off one shoulder, hinting at silky lingerie beneath.

"Alex, darling, I'm starving. Breakfast ready yet?" she purred softly, halting abruptly as her gaze clashed with Sophia's shocked expression.

"What the hell are you doing here?" both women demanded simultaneously.

The atmosphere instantly turned explosive, the silent hostility palpable.

"Alex," Sophia's voice tightened dangerously, her eyes blazing with suspicion and betrayal, "care to explain what's going on?"

Her gaze flicked pointedly at Jasmine, whose attire was unmistakably Alex's shirt. Jasmine smiled slowly, her eyes glittering with mischievous triumph.

"Isn't it obvious, sweetheart?" She tugged suggestively at the shirt, exposing a delicate lace edge beneath. "Alex and I had a very... cozy night."

"You slept with her?" Sophia's voice trembled, fury and jealousy warring openly across her features. The thought of Alex giving in so easily stung deeply.

"Of course," Jasmine added. "Side by side the entire night. Skin to skin-it's a scorching night, after all."

eyes shimmered

wait-it's not what you think," Alex quickly interjected, his head

Jasmine wouldn't relent, stepping boldly forward. "Come on, Alex. She's caught

edged with frustration. "Jasmine got injured last night. Her car

gaze sharpened, finally noticing the faint bruises

"Why not go to the hospital? Why come here?

defiant smirk playing on her

I want. Besides, correct me if I'm wrong, but aren't you two divorced? Doesn't that mean Alex is

finished," Sophia snapped fiercely. "We could

in a fierce, unspoken challenge, neither woman willing to

aren't some game, Sophia." Jasmine's smile dropped instantly, replaced

away once. Now face the

the guts to

hope and resolve blazing in her

walked calmly into the kitchen, took in the tense

her head. "You think fixing something you shattered will make it whole again? Once broken, nothing is ever

the same?" Sophia's voice trembled with determination. "I want it

you won't step aside willingly, we'll see who can handle this better." Jasmine slid gracefully into her seat at the dining table and pulled a plate

You always know what

Eggs Benedict are my favorite. He made these

tugged at the plate once more, her voice tight. "The past

pathetic to steal someone else's favorite dish. These eggs are tailored to my taste, and

have exclusive rights?

delusion talking. Just because you like

my decision,

and forth like it was a

rubbed his temples, questioning how he'd gotten

Who gets these eggs?" Sophia demanded sharply,

waiting

Alex's forehead. He

placing fresh plates of Eggs

for all. Stop fighting over eggs." She gently set the coffee in front

If you

authority silenced

her seat, clasping her hands together. "Let's say grace and be grateful for what we

uncomfortably.

gently. "True Source welcomes

head and whispered a quick prayer. For a second, the room softened just enough to notice the tension

eyes one last time, the bitterness unmistakable. Then,