Chapter 78


    Chapter 78


    The crystal shattered with a sharp crack, the spilled liquid slithering across the polished table like a


    wounded snake. Jason mmed the broken ss down, his voice dripping with ice. “You call this


    service? A chipped ss? You’re fired!”


    The waitress, pale as a ghost, crumbled to the floor in apology. “I’m so sorry, Mr. Wilson it won’t


    happen again, I promise!”


    Jason’s scowl could curdle milk. The air grew thick with tension, causing even Greg to discreetly


    pull his hand away from Sophia. “Mistakes happen, Mr. Wilson,” Greg offered, trying to lighten the


    mood. “Let’s not get sidetracked. Let’s talk business, shall we?”


    Sophia kept her head down, her eyes locked on the fractured ss. In the dim light, it looked


    strangely deliberate, the cracks spidering outwards like a web. A humorless smile yed on her


    lips. So, Jason was cracking. Serves him right. He’d always prided himself on being unbreakable.


    Well, she aimed to be the thom in his side, a constant reminder of his betrayal


    The business talk went over her head. All she could focus on was the shattered ss, a symbol of


    Jason’s crumbling control. Suddenly, a voice slurred from above. “Come on, sweetheart, have a


    drink with me.” Greg held his ss to her lips, offering vodka–a firewater that could easily knock her


    t.


    She hesitated for a moment, then a yful smile flickered on her lips. Reaching up, she draped her


    arms around Greg’s neck and climbed onto hisp. “Feed me,” she purred.


    Greg, clearly ttered, tightened his grip on her waist and leaned in to pour her a shot. “Good girl,”


    he chuckled. “No wonder Mr. Willson brought you here. You know how to have a good time.”


    In a sudden move, he grabbed her hips roughly. “Don’t hold back, beautiful, I adore a woman with


    fire in her, especially in the bedroom.” Sophia mumbled a vague agreement, her eyes sparkling with


    defiance


    The two executives at the table exchanged nervous nces. They could practically feel the icy rage


    radiating from Jason. Witnessing this scene could easily get thembeled liabilities. After all, a wife


    entertaining other men wasn’t exactly a good look for Jason. Silence might be their only defense


    now.


    Jason watched, his jaw clenched, as Sophia nestled into Greg’sp, whispering secrets in his ear,


    ‘Despicable woman,‘ he thought, stomach churning. ‘How could she stoop so low as to cozy up to


    that old coot? Does she have no shame?”


    Sophia forced down the burning liquor, a familiar anger rising within her. Coming here was the right


    move. This was her confirmation, her proof. His possessiveness meant he still cared. She wanted to


    know his breaking point, how much he could tolerate.


    With this thought in mind, she slowly lifted her head, her crimson lips brushing against Greg’s pudgy


    cheek, leaving a bold stain. The temptation hung heavy in the air. As she pulled away, she saw


    what she’d been waiting for. Jason rose abruptly from his seat, the veins in his forehead throbbing


    like angry worms. ‘Finally,‘ she thought with a triumphant smirk.


    Confused, Greg asked, “Leaving already, Mr. Wilson? Alright. No need to stay on my ount. Time


    is precious, and I need to give this lovelydy in my arms the attention she deserves.”


    Jason’s fist clenched so tight his knuckles turned white. Just as he was about to retort, the door


    swung open and a slender figure peeked


    Mind if I join you?” It was Ada, looking stunning in a little ck dress. She’de with Jason to


    inside. “Jason, I was bored stiff in that Content bel0ngs to N?vel(D)r/a/ma.Org.


    Lust, supposedly to meet a friend wher. Jason had settled her in his private room.


    “Sophia!” Ada gasped, her voice trembling as her eyesnded on Sophia. “What are you doing on


    another man’sp in front of your husband?”


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    Jason’s face darkened further. “This isn’t the ce for you, Ada. Go back to your room.” He didn’t


    want Greg to know the woman in hisp


    was his wife.


    But Ada ignored him, marching right up to Sophia, “How could you?” she sputtered, her voiceced


    with indignation. “Don’t you have any respect for yourself or Jason?”


    The color drained from Greg’s face. It finally clicked. He nced nervously between Sophia and


    Jason, whose face had gone pale. “Mr. Wilson,” Greg stammered, “is this… your wife?”