Second Chance At Love

Chapter 10

Sophia clenched the bedsheet tightly in her fists. She couldn’t shake off the suspicion that this cunning old fox, even more treacherous than Jason, had ulterior motives behind his sudden act of kindness. People always said there’s no merchant without guile, a phrase that seemed tailor–made for him.

“This is a family matter between Jason and me, so there’s no need for Mr. Clark to intervene,” Sophia stated calmly.

Oliver stood upright slowly, his posture exuding confidence and dominance. Raising an eyebrow, he spoke with a hint of persuasion. “You’ll reconsider. Perhaps… you might entertain the idea of joining forces with me to destroy the Wilson Group.”

Sophia turned away, gazing out the window, and pointedly ignored him.

Memories of Jason’s grandmother, Alison Wilson, flooded Sophia’s mind, and she remembered how kindly Alison had treated her. Despite the current situation, Sophia took it that her relationship with Jason hadn’t reached a point of irreconcilable differences. If it came to it, a peaceful separation would honor the respect and love they once shared.

Observing her silence, Oliver chuckled casually. “While Jason is next door with his old flame, you, his lawful wife, are left alone. I maintain my stance. You will come around.”

Hearing that, Sophia remained silent as she continued ignoring Oliver.

Sophia went to the law firm the following day to seek advice on divorce proceedings. By the time she returned home, it was two in the afternoon. All text © NôvelD(r)a'ma.Org.

Jason’s icy voice cut through the air as Sophia entered the living room. “Where were you last night? You vanished, and your phone was unreachable, he questioned.

When she met Jason’s gaze, Sophia forced a strained smile. The bruise from last night’s slap still lingered, sending a sharp wave of pain across her face as she moved.

Observing Sophia’s swollen cheek, Jason’s fingers trembled slightly. “Sophia, about last night…”

But Sophia didn’t let him finish. Instead, she walked directly to the sofa, sat down, and retrieved a document from her handbag. “These are our divorce papers. Sign them,” she declared firmly.

A flicker of shock passed over Jason’s features. He had never anticipated Sophia initiating a divorce. “Didn’t she love me enough to do anything for me?‘ he pondered. ‘Didn’t she scheme to marry me and stop at nothing to achieve her goals?”

“Sophia, divorce is a serious matter. Think it over carefully,” Jason advised.

In response, the sound of Sophia flipping through the divorce papers filled the room. She turned to the final page and placed it before him, pen at the ready. Jason’s eyes widened as he saw that Sophia had already signed her name.

Jason scanned the paper, and when he saw the date written on it, a flicker of recognition passed through his mind, “December 21st?‘ The date triggered a sudden realization as if he had forgotten something crucial.

Sophia’s voice broke the silence as Jason was about to delve deeper into his thoughts, “Sign it. Let’s part on good terms.”

Jason’s gaze lingered on the date on the papers for another two seconds before he turned to face Sophia..

“Answer my question first. Where were you last night?” Despite sending men to search every hotel and inn in Cester City, there was no record of her whereabouts.

Sophia met his gaze again, a sudden smile playing on her lips. “It was my daughter’s death anniversary yesterday. I spent the night at the cemetery with her.”

She noticed the change in Jason’s expression and the subtle tremor that ran through Jason’s frame. Yet, instead of feeling satisfied by his reaction, she found it somewhat ironic.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” His voice was hoarse and low, like a taut string about to snap.

Finally, Jason remembered what had slipped his mind. It was his daughter’s death anniversary.

Sophia offered no response, but her gaze returned to the divorce agreement on the table. “Your turn.”

A sharp glint flashed in Jason’s eyes as he stepped forward. He seized the agreement and tore it into shreds. Through clenched teeth, he declared. “I will never agree to it. You can forget about it.”

Sophia stood up straight, locking eyes with him. “Sure. If you want me to forget about it, then make sure that woman aborts that illegitimate child.”

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