Second Chance At Love

Chapter 25

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It appeared that Jason misunderstood Sophia, thinking she found solace in the uncertainty of his grandma waking up.

Jason shouted, “Of course, you think it’s comforting that my grandma won’t wake up. She can’t accuse you of pushing her into the water if she doesn’t wake up. Sophia, when did you become so vicious?”

Sophia applied her strength to lift her heavy eyelids. She stared at Jason, smiling, and seemed to have no intention of defending herself.

She thought, ‘When someone deeply disappoints me, even if I still care for them, I slowly distance myself from their presence. And if that’s not feasible, I tuck them away in a corner of my mind, untouched and unexplored. It’s my way of protecting my heart full of scars.”

Jason’s gaze darkened as he realized Sophia’s indifference. He pondered, “Why do I feel that Sophia has become unfamiliar? She has the same face, but everything feels so different.

“In the past, whenever I’d come home, just catching sight of her smile made life feel so amazing.

‘A month and a half ago, I got drunk. Somehow, I ended up sleeping with Ada, and she got pregnant. Initially, I considered asking her to have an abortion, but eventually, we decided to leave the responsibility of raising the baby to her.”

Jason asked, “Sophia, can’t we move on and start things over?”

Sophia pondered, ‘Moving on? That seems like a distant dream. I refuse to repeat the same mistake!‘ She reached out to touch Jason’s handsome face and sighed, saying, “If we can’t turn back time to before you slept with Ada, then I guess we’re just going to keep tormenting each other till we kick the bucket.”

Sterness filled Jason’s eyes. He thought, I’ve already abandoned my dignity begging her to stay. Why does she keep bringing up that night and refusing to let it go?”

He cried out, “You keep bringing up me and Ada. What about you and Oliver? Can you swear nothing is going on between you two?”

Sophia abruptly withdrew her hand, looked at Jason coldly, and questioned, gritting her teeth, “What do you mean? What is going on

between me and Oliver?”

Jason retorted, “You asked me about it?” He snorted and straightened up slowly. Then, he retrieved a handful of photos from his coat pocket and flung them in Sophia’s face, his voice rising with accusation, “If there’s nothing between you two, why the hell did you move into his house like you’re his mistress?”

The thin photos slid down Sophia’s cheek and scattered on the snow.

Sophia lowered her head to scan the photos. Her anger surged so intensely that she nearly burst into laughter. She could not comprehend how Jason could accuse her of being Oliver’s mistress when the photos showed nothing, but innocent moments of them sunbathing in the garden.

She tried to explain, “I spent several nights there, but nothing happened. Jason, can’t you stop thinking so disgustingly of others? if it weren’t for Oliver, I would have….

I would have died on the street.”

But her words were cut off by Jason’s aggressive grip. He violently grabbed her collar and then yanked her toward him. The buttons on her coat and sweater shirt crumbled simultaneously, crackling and rolling everywhere.

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Sophia’s chest was suddenly exposed to the biting cold air, the wind cutting into her like icy knives, chilling her to the bone. The extreme pain flooded her frozen, numb heart, overwhelming her.

A great sense of shame washed over her, nearly crushing her spine with its weight.

She uttered, “Jason, you’re shameless.” With that, she abruptly raised her hand and flung it at his handsome face with utmost indignation.

Jason failed to dodge it. Slap! The sound resonated extraordinarily clearly in the silent snowy night.

Jason’s face went pale. He clasped Sophia’s arms with one hand and tore her clothes with the other. He leaned in closer, his gaze gradually turning icy.

Sophia’s smooth and delicate skin was reflected with red marks. There were so many of them. Bruises and red marks almost covered her left chest.

Jason’s voice cut through the tense air, questioning, “If you didn’t sleep with Oliver, how do you explain these hickeys?”