Second Chance At Love

Chapter 72

Ada’s hand flew to her cheek, eyes widening in disbelief as she stated at Sophia. The fiery sting across her face confirmed it wasn’t a dream this little tramp had slapped her! Since returning home a month ago, Ada had kept Sophia under her thumb Now, suddenly, she dared to fight back. Shock turned to fury. “You hit me?” she spat.

Sophia, her fingers tingling from the slap, glared coldly. “Playing homewrecker, Ada? Maybe it’s time you kept your tail tucked between your legs. Twenty years on this earth, and I’ve never seen a woman so shameless with a married man. Be grateful it was just one slap”

Fury choked Ada. “You… you…” She clutched her face, glaring at Sophia, her body trembling. That little. How dare shel

Footsteps echoed from the stairs, Jason appeared, frowning, “What’s going on here?” Property of Nô)(velDr(a)ma.Org.

Ada blinked back tears, the picture of a wronged woman. Throwing herself into his arms, she sobbed, “I wasn’t feeling well last night. Couldn’t sleep, worried I’d wake Sophia. Came down to apologize, but she… she thought I was bragging about dragging you out of bed, and just… slapped me for no reason! It hurts so bad.”

Jason studied her face, spotting the red fingerprints and blood at the corner of her mouth, evidence of a forceful slap. He shifted his gaze to Sophia, who stood aloof, indifferent. His eyes darkened. “Didn’t you decide to give those baby clothes to Ada’s kid? Why target her the minute you come downstairs? Can’t you just be civil?”

There it was again. All it took was a few tears and a sob story, and Jason would be on her side, pinning the blame on Sophia. Sophia used to believe she held a place in his heart. Now, it seemed she’d been fooling herself. “Civil? Fine,” she said, her voice cool. “What if I put Oliver in front of you? What would you do?”

“Don’t even think about it,” Jason snapped.

Sophia let out a humorless chuckle. Brushing past them, she headed towards the stairs, “Can’t be the bigger person, Jas? Don’t expect me to be either.” She paused, looking back at the teary Ada clinging to Jason. “Those who stir the pot get burned, remember that.”

Jason’s face remained dark. It wasn’t the attack on Ada, but the harshness in Sophia’s voice. In his memory, his wife had always been kind, never resorting to such language. All in half a month, she’d changed so much.

“Jason, I’m starving.” Ada mumbled from his arms, pulling him back from his thoughts. He gazed at her retreating figure, a mix of emotions swirling within him. “You’re not well, stay upstairs. Eve will bring food.”

Ada’s smile faltered. He wasn’t worried about her health, just keeping her out of Sophia’s way. He was practically shoving her back into the room. This man was becoming more and more invested in that… that other woman. No, she wouldn’t sit around and wait for disaster. It was time to eliminate Sophia, permanently. “Alright, back to the room then.” She expected him to carry her, but instead, a firm hand on her shoulder pushed her away. “Jason…”

“Go. I have things to do. Can’t come with you.” And with that, he stormed towards the stairs. Ada watched his retreating figure, her eyes narrowing She had to get rid of Sophia. Now, Otherwise, there would be endless trouble.

Living Room, Ground Floor.

Sophia had just reached the bottom step when a young man burst through the door, fear etched on his face. “Sophia, help! They’re gonna kill me! They’re gonna kill me!”