Second Chance At Love

Chapter 75

Sophia met his furious gaze with a cold smile playing on her lips. Ever since he’d thrown her at George, the’d been treated like merchandise She’d swallowed the pain in silence before, but now it was his turn. One day, she’d make him choke on the taste of forcing his own wife onto

other men.

“Hey,” she said, her voice cool. “You can hire me at the club too, you know. Price is right, I’m happy to keep you company.” This content is © NôvelDrama.Org.

A flicker of pain crossed Jason’s eyes, masked quickly by anger. His pride wouldn’t let him beg her to stay. Besides, even if he did, she clearly wasn’t in the mood for a reasonable conversation. Why grovel? She was just one woman. Time would erase her, and then she’d be nothing more than a forgotten toy. “Fine,” he spat. “Go keep the guests company.”

With that, he ripped his hand from hers and stormed towards the stairs.

Sophia stumbled back, catching herself on an antique display shelf. A sharp pain flared in her chest, spreading like wildfire. Blood welled in her throat. She bit down hard, but a crimson stain still seeped from the corner of her lips. She had been throwing up blood more and more frequently. Even Amanda’s treatment couldn’t stop her heart from feeling like a balloon ready to burst. A cough racked her body, and she doubled over, spitting up a fresh wave of blood. Her vision blurred. This might be it. As footsteps echoed from behind, she hastily wiped the blood from her mouth.

Turning around, she saw the angry man back again. Surprise flickered across her face. “What else?”

Jason stared at her, his voice cold and deliberate. “Since you’ve got no shame, I’ve changed my mind. Tonight, at the club? No mask. If you run into anyone you know, tell them we’re divorced. You’re here to pay off Lucas’s debt. Got it?”

Sophia’s fist clenched at her side. This man was sharp. He must ve sensed the flicker of pity he felt for her and was cutting the emotional cord with a rusty knife. But could he truly sever it? The more he pushed, the more she wanted to drag him down with her. “Fine,” she said, voice tight. “You call the shots, boss.”

Jason’s jaw clenched. He’d expected a fight, a refusal Entertaining guests wasn’t exactly a glamorous job, and she was always so proud. But this? This quiet acceptance was worse. For the first time in his life, he felt powerless. Utterly powerless. “Sophia,” he growled, “you’re despicable.”

She just chuckled, a hollow sound. “Yeah, I guess I am.” After all she’d done: risking her life for him, marrying him impulsively, bearing his child, enduring this loveless marriage for years… “Despicable” perfectly summed up her eight years of foolishness. He could rest assured, though. There’d be no more foolishness. The decision was made, the die was cast

Watching him storm away, she smiled to herself, a silent, sad smile. Jason, Jason,‘ she thought, ‘the pain and betrayal of adults is a double- edged sword. It cuts both ways.

Later that night.

The manager at Lust nearly choked when he heard the news – Miss Sophia was coming to work as an escort. Sure, Miss Sophia kept a low profile, but everyone in Cester City’s upper crust knew she was the wife of the city’s biggest tycoon, Jason. Jason, who also happened to awn Lust! So when the manager saw Sophia standing before him, decked out in a club dress, he could barely speak. “M–Madam, are you… making fun of me?”

Sophia looked at the stammering man, a bitter smile playing on her lips. “Not at all. I’m here to entertain guests. Mr. Wilson has a meeting here, right? Can you take me to high?”

business

The manager shook his head violently, his face a mask of horror and disbelief. “Y You have to be kidding, Madam Mr Wilson wouldn’t let his wife come out here as an escort!”