Second Chance At Love

Chapter 59

A cruel smile played on Jason’s lips. “I want to teach that woman a lesson, make her understand who’s boss. Thinking divorce? Thinking the can just walk away? Not on my watch.” He added aloud, “Break the law, face the consequences. Once we get the proof, I’m bringing the law down on Corey. He’ll rot in jail.” Upstodatee from Novel(D)ra/m/a.O(r)g

Corey, Sophia’s father, had taken a major hit three years back. Bankruptcy triggered a heart condition that meds barely kept at bay. Jail could

be a death sentence.

Eric pursed his lips. “Corey’s in rough shape,” he said carefully. “Jail time might not be survivable. If he dies, you and Sophia? Forget patching things up ever again.”

Jason scoffed. “Patching things up? You think if I let this slide, she’ll come running back? A woman like her needs a firm hand,”

Eric tried to intervene, but Jason cut him off. “Enough. My decision’s made. Do as I say”

Wilson Mansion, Guest Room

Ada leaned against the window, phone pressed to her ear. “Julia, thanks a bunch for this, I owe you big time. Need

you big time. Need anything, you call me.”

Days ago, she learned Jason was digging into Sophia’s past with that George guy in Eindlo. Worried he might soften up. Ada called her old friend Julia, Julia, never one to disappoint, spun a

web of lies. According to the “new” story, Sophia actively pursued George then dumped him when he got locked up. Quite the gold–digger, huh?

Ada wouldn’t let Jason get all mushy over Sophia. She’d done her part. Mrs. Wilson was rightfully hers.

Julia chuckled, “Don’t sweat it, Ada. You hadn’t mentioned George messing around with Sophia before, or I’d have been clueless. Besides, friends help friends, right? Sophia’s a total piece of work. Playing George five years ago, then stealing your man four years back? Shameless. You gotta get your guy back. You need anything, just say the word.”

Ada’s smile turned malicious. “Alright, will do.”

They chatted a bit longer, then a knock interrupted them. “Come in,” Ada called.

The door opened, revealing Eve. “News from the medical room,” she said, lowering her voice. “Alison’s showing signs of waking up.”

Ada’s head snapped up, a tremor running through her. “Waking up soon?” she asked urgently.

“Signs of recovery, yeah. You gotta figure out this mess fast, or we’re all sunk,” Eve warned.

Ada clenched her fists, a dark glint in her eyes. ‘That old bat,‘ she thought. ‘A problem that needs solving, Framing Sophia for it would be ideal.” A sinister plan formed in her mind. Her smile softened. “Find me a reliable perfumer, would you?”

Eve, oblivious to the brewing storm, simply nodded. “Okay”

A few days passed, and Sophia’s wounds were mostly healed. Jason hadn’t called, hadn’t mentioned divorce either. She planned a quiet trip to the courthouse to file herself. Her lawyer/confirmed her strong case Jason’s infidelity and the bastard child violated marriage law.

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Ten in the morning, she was heading out when her phone rang. It was Claire. Dread washed over her. Calls from Mom were usually pressure tactics to “work things out” with Jason. Sensing a trap, Sophia gritted her teeth and ignored the call. Bending to Jason’s will wasn’t an option anymore. Given that man’s pent–up anger over the past few days, she was in for a world of pain

When she was on the porch, her phone buzzed again. This time, it was a text: [You ungrateful bitch, your father has been taken to jail, and you’re still indiferent. How did I raise such an ingrate like you?]

“Dad’s in jail?” Sophia stumbled, her phone almost slipping from her grasp.