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."

Sophia's eyes shimmered with

Alex quickly interjected, his head pounding with

forward. "Come on, Alex.

insisted firmly, his voice edged with frustration. "Jasmine got injured last night. Her car broke down, and she needed help. That's

faint bruises and scrapes marring Jasmine's otherwise

slightly, suspicion lingering stubbornly. "Why not go to the

shrugged coolly, a defiant smirk playing on

want. Besides, correct me if I'm wrong, but aren't you two divorced?

finished," Sophia snapped

a fierce, unspoken

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

once. Now face the consequences-set

Sophia shot back, eyes flashing defiantly. "The difference is who has the guts to make things right. I know where I went wrong,

hope and resolve blazing in

took in the tense standoff, and quietly

think fixing something you shattered will make it whole again? Once broken,

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

who can handle this better." Jasmine slid gracefully into her

breakfast, sweetheart. You always know what

Eggs Benedict are my favorite. He made these especially for

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

it's pathetic to steal someone else's favorite dish. These eggs are tailored to my

you have exclusive rights?

delusion talking. Just because you like

my decision, not

back and forth like it was a lifeline, unwilling

his temples, questioning how he'd gotten caught in this

eggs?" Sophia demanded sharply, Jasmine nodding fiercely

at him, waiting like

broke out on Alex's forehead. He opened

smoothly stepped in, placing fresh plates of Eggs Benedict in front of

eggs." She gently set the coffee in front of

Don't pile more on him. If you really care, let him rest-he

calm authority silenced

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

around uncomfortably. "I'm an

gently. "True

and whispered a quick prayer. For a second, the

last time, the bitterness unmistakable. Then, as if