Second Chance At Love

Chapter 79

Jason’s eyes blazed. This old goat had no clue the woman in his lap was his wife. All he needed was an excuse to grab her later and smooth things over. But now… how to explain this? Publicly announce their “divorce“? Once that news broke, there’d be no turning back.

Seeing his silence, Ada knew he was scrambling. No way she’d let this slip. She wanted a clear line drawn between Jason and that tramp. Sophia. Tonight, at Lust, she planned to force his hand. Announce their “divorce” to the public. No take backs after that. “Jason, what is this? Did you bring Sophia to entertain clients? She’s your wife!”

“Shut up,” Jason snapped, ice daggers shooting from his eyes. Her bluntness stole his chance to play it cool.

Greg scanned the room, piecing things together. ‘Holy smokes! No way, this is Jason’s wife? The richest dude in Cester City? This is insanet Scoring with a tycoon’s wife, that too a total looker, feels like I’m dreaming!” He grinned. “Mr. Wilson, this your idea of doing business? Seduction followed by a confused late–night rendezvous with your top–shelf wife? Look, I appreciate the beauty, but I’m not stupid enough to mess with a tycoon’s better half. Our little partnership? Needs some serious reconsideration, Watson Group doesn’t play games, right?”

He was playing both sides. If Jason claimed Sophia as his wife, ruining the mood, the deal was toast.

Jason’s jaw clenched, eyes locked on Sophia. Stouching against the old man, unfazed. A flicker of ruthlessness hardened his gaze. Throwing her life away, is she? Chooses tricks over me? Her loss.

“She’s not my wife. Ex–wife. We’re getting a divorce. So, if Greg’s interested, feel free to pursue her, my feelings be damned.”

Greg and the execs” jaws hit the floor. Text content © NôvelDrama.Org.

Ada finally exhaled. ‘Mission accomplished, she thought. They aren’t divorced yet, who cares? Throwing Sophia at this old goat, Jason basically announced their divorce in public. Talk about a gut punch! As long as that tramp suffers, as long as the wedge deepens between them, it’s all worth it.‘

Sophia, curled in Greg’s arms, swallowed the rising tide of pain. Disappointment in Jason was a raging inferno, but the ache in her chest was a different beast. No matter how hard she tried to hate him, the pain wouldn’t budge. Maybe, like she’d said, betrayal hurt everyone involved. No winners. Another wave of misery crashed over her, and she clung tighter to Greg’s shirt, burying her face in his chest. She wondered, ‘When will this torture end?‘

Jason watched her cling to the old man, the knot in his gut twisting further. He strode over to Ada, a mask of calm plastered on, and wrapped his arm around her waist. “Not feeling well, sweetheart? Let’s get you back to your room.” With that, he ushered Ada out, leaving Greg dangling.

“Whoa, hold on a sec, Mr. Wilson,” Greg blurted out, eyeing Sophia with barely concealed interest. “Is that your, uh, ex–wife coming with me tonight?”

“Damn,’ he thought, a smirk playing on his lips. ‘She’s a looker, that’s for sure. Plus, Jason trained her? Her skills must be off the charts. No way I’m passing that up.” All Jason had to do was say “yes,” and Greg would be all over her,