Second Chance At Love

Chapter 8

At that moment, Jason should have approached Sophia to check on her and offer an apology, yet his pride as a man held him back.

“Jason, my stomach and my heart, they hurt so much,” Ada’s feeble plea came from behind, stirring compassion in Jason. After all, in his mind, she was the woman who had bravely shielded him from a knife attack five years ago, and now she was carrying his child. Failing to protect her would be morally unacceptable.

“Do you realize your mistake?” Jason said coldly.

‘Mistake?‘ Sophia smiled bitterly. “My greatest mistake was allowing myself to fall in love with you. My love for you for eight years remained steadfast, only to be met with betrayal and wounds in return. Even my innocent children were implicated. I will always carry these lessons. learned through pain and tears with me,‘ she reflected, her thoughts consumed by the man standing before her.

Pushing herself up slowly, she sat upright on the floor. Her eyes devoid of life, she repeated hoarsely, “She deserves it!”

Jason felt his temples throb as fury surged within him, clouding his judgment. Giving in to rage, he raised his foot and delivered a vicious kick to Sophia’s left shoulder. Her heart, already fragile, struggled to withstand the force of his blow, and she collapsed to the ground once more. Waves of nausea swept over her as blood surged into her throat.

“You better pray that Ada and the baby are unharmed,” Jason warned, his tone dripping with venom. “Because if anything happens to them, you’ll spend the rest of your life paying for it,” he hissed.

The man’s cold and stern voice echoed from above her, compelling Sophia to swallow back the blood rising in her mouth. “It’s time for me to let go,” she thought, feeling the last embers of affection in her heart extinguishing.

Ada observed Sophia’s despairing expression with satisfaction. ‘I’ve won again,” she thought, a malicious smirk creeping onto her lips.

Her gaze shifted to the crimson stain on the pristine white carpet, silently wishing for a miscarriage. Finally, she had achieved her objective of ridding herself of the time bomb. ‘Keeping this child would only lead to my downfall,’ she concluded silently.

Jason scooped up Ada and left the living room, leaving Sophia motionless on the floor. Though the pain in her abdomen had eased, the ache in her heart persisted. She struggled to rise, a silent smile playing on her lips as she surveyed the room before stumbling toward the exit.

The icy grip of the winter night pierced through her skin, the chilly wind feeling like a blunt knife against her flesh. Sophia walked alone in the darkness, her stamina dwindling with each step. Eventually, her strength failed her, and her exhausted body crumpled to the ground. On the verge of losing consciousness, she faintly glimpsed a pair of polished men’s shoes in her blurry vision.

“Jason, it hurts…” she whispered before succumbing to unconsciousness.

In the hospital’s VIP ward, Jason stood with his hands behind his back, silently gazing at the urban night scene outside the windows. The man’s stern brows were shrouded in layers of darkness, and his deep black eyes were as profound as an abyss.

As he stood there, lost in thought, the scene at the villa played out in Jason’s mind once again. Suddenly, he felt his heart tighten, and his hand gradually clenched into a fist. He couldn’t understand why he had laid a hand on his wife, or any woman for that matter.

Despite harboring long–standing resentment toward her for manipulating his grandmother into pressuring him into marriage, the years of marriage were frank and affectionate, even if loveless. He pondered, ‘That kick was too harsh.”

“Mr. Wilson, Miss Ada’s condition is stable now, but she’s showing signs of miscarriage. We need to be careful in the future,” the attending physician informed him from behind.

At that moment, Jason should have approached Sophin to check on her and offer an apology, yet his pride as a man held him back

jason, my stomach and my heart, they hurt so much, Ada’s feente plea came from behind, stirring compassion in Jason. After all, in his mind, she was the woman who had bravely shielded him from a knife attack five years ago, and now she was carrying hisChild Falling to protect her wont be morally unacceptable.

“Do you realize your mistake” Jason said coldty

“Mistake? Sophie smiled bitterly. My greatest mistake was allowing myself to fall in love with you. My love for you for eight years remained steadfast, only to be met with betrayal and wounds in return. Even my innocent children were implicated. I will always carry these lessons Teamed through pain and tears with me, the reflected, her thoughts consumed by the man standing before her.

Pushing herself up slowly, she sat upright on the floor. Her eyes devoid of life, the repeated hoarsely, “She deserves in

Jason felt his temples throb as fury surged within him, clouding his judgment. Giving in to rage, he raised his foot and delivered a vicious kick to Sophia’s left shoulder. Her heart, already fragile,

struggled to withstand the force of his blow, and she collapsed to the ground once more. Waves of nausea swept over her as blood surged into her throat.

“You better pray that Ada and the baby are unharmed,” Jason warned, his tone dripping with venom. “Because if anything happens to them, you’ll spend the rest of your life paying for it,” he hissed.

The man’s cold and stern voice echoed from above her, compelling Sophia to swallow back the blood rising in her mouth. ‘It’s time for me to let go, she thought, feeling the last embers of affection in her heart extinguishing

Ada observed Sophia’s despairing expression with satisfaction. ‘I’ve won again, she thought, a malicious smirk creeping onto her lips.

Her gaze shifted to the crimson stain on the pristine white carpet, silently wishing for a miscarriage. Finally, she had achieved her objective of ridding herself of the time bomb. “Keeping this child would only lead to my downfall, she concluded silently. Exclusive © content by N(ô)ve/l/Drama.Org.

Jason scooped up Ada and left the living room, leaving Sophia motionless on the floor. Though the pain in her abdomen had eased, the ache in her heart persisted. She struggled to rise, a silent smile playing on her lips as she surveyed the room before stumbling toward the exit.

The icy grip of the winter night pierced through her skin, the chilly wind feeling like a blunt knife against her flesh. Sophia walked alone in the darkness, her stamina dwindling with each step. Eventually, her strength failed her, and her exhausted body crumpled to the ground. On the verge of losing consciousness, she faintly glimpsed a pair of polished men’s shoes in her blurry vision,

“Jason, it hurts…” she whispered before succumbing to unconsciousness.

In the hospital’s VIP ward, Jason stood with his hands behind his back, silently gazing at the urban night scene outside the windows. The man’s stern brows were shrouded in layers of darkness, and his deep black eyes were as profound as an abyss.

As he stood there, lost in thought, the scene at the villa played out in Jason’s mind once again. Suddenly, he felt his heart tighten, and his hand gradually clenched into a fist. He couldn’t understand why he had laid a hand on his wife, or any woman for that matter.

Despite harboring long–standing resentment toward her for manipulating his grandmother into pressuring him into marriage, the years of marriage were frank and affectionate, even if loveless. He pondered, “That kick was too harsh.”

“Mr. Wilson, Miss Ada’s condition is stable now, but she’s showing signs of miscarriage. We need to be careful in the future,” the attending physician informed him from behind.

The doctor’s voke snapped Jon out of his thoughts. He tightened his clenched fist, turned, and walked toward Arta’s wed

Inside the ward, Ada weakly leaned against the bed’s headboard, her fierce gare fixed on her abdomen. Within her eyes simmered a mix of Angus and frustration, a silent storm raging within her. “Why won’t you just disappear?” she seethed, her thoughts laced with desperation.