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

Alex quickly interjected, his head

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

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

gaze sharpened, finally noticing the faint bruises and scrapes marring Jasmine's otherwise flawless

jealousy softened only slightly, suspicion lingering stubbornly. "Why not go to the hospital? Why come here? Why must stay on your

defiant smirk playing

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

snapped fiercely. "We could

fierce, unspoken challenge, neither

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

to walk away once. Now face the consequences-set him

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

swung meaningfully toward Alex, hope and

into the kitchen, took in the tense standoff, and quietly chose to busy herself

at Sophia, shaking her head. "You think fixing something you

same?" Sophia's voice

slid gracefully into her seat

for breakfast, sweetheart. You always know what

plate back swiftly. "Hold on. Alex knows Eggs Benedict are

plate once more,

to steal someone else's favorite dish.

you think you have exclusive rights? Everything Alex cooks

delusion talking. Just because you like something

decision,

stubbornly yanking the plate back and forth

questioning how he'd gotten caught

settle this. Who gets these eggs?" Sophia demanded sharply, Jasmine nodding fiercely

women stared at him, waiting like

on Alex's forehead. He

in, placing fresh plates of Eggs Benedict in

eggs."

on him. If you really care, let him rest-he still has

authority

her seat, clasping her hands together. "Let's say grace and

looked around uncomfortably.

smiled gently. "True Source welcomes

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

Then, as if