Chapter 79


    hapter 79


    Jason’s eyes zed. This old goat had no clue the woman in hisp was his wife. All he needed


    was an excuse to grab herter and smooth things over. But now… how to exin this? Publicly


    announce their “divorce“? Once that news broke, there’d be no turning back.


    Seeing his silence, Ada knew he was scrambling. No way she’d let this slip. She wanted a clear line


    drawn between Jason and that tramp. Sophia. Tonight, at Lust, she nned to force his hand.


    Announce their “divorce” to the public. No take backs after that. “Jason, what is this? Did you bring


    Sophia to entertain clients? She’s your wife!”


    “Shut up,” Jason snapped, ice daggers shooting from his eyes. Her bluntness stole his chance to


    y it cool.


    Greg scanned the room, piecing things together. ‘Holy smokes! No way, this is Jason’s wife? The


    richest dude in Cester City? This is ins Scoring with a tycoon’s wife, that too a total looker, feels


    like I’m dreaming!” He grinned. “Mr. Wilson, this your idea of doing business? Seduction followed by


    a confusedte–night rendezvous with your top–shelf wife? Look, I appreciate the beauty, but I’m


    not stupid enough to mess with a tycoon’s better half. Our little partnership? Needs some serious


    reconsideration, Watson Group doesn’t y games, right?”


    He was ying both sides. If Jason imed Sophia as his wife, ruining the mood, the deal was


    toast.


    Jason’s jaw clenched, eyes locked on Sophia. Stouching against the old man, unfazed. A flicker of


    ruthlessness hardened his gaze. Throwing her life away, is she? Chooses tricks over me? Her loss.


    “She’s not my wife. Ex–wife. We’re getting a divorce. So, if Greg’s interested, feel free to pursue


    her, my feelings be damned.”


    Greg and the execs” jaws hit the floor.


    Ada finally exhaled. ‘Mission aplished, she thought. They aren’t divorced yet, who cares?


    Throwing Sophia at this old goat, Jason basically announced their divorce in public. Talk about a gut


    punch! As long as that tramp suffers, as long as the wedge deepens between them, it’s all worth it.‘


    Sophia, curled in Greg’s arms, swallowed the rising tide of pain. Disappointment in Jason was a


    raging inferno, but the ache in her chest was a different beast. No matter how hard she tried to hate


    him, the pain wouldn’t budge. Maybe, like she’d said, betrayal hurt everyone involved. No winners.


    Another wave of misery crashed over her, and she clung tighter to Greg’s shirt, burying her face in


    his chest. She wondered, ‘When will this torture end?‘


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    Jason watched her cling to the old man, the knot in his gut twisting further. He strode over to Ada, a


    mask of calm stered on, and wrapped his arm around her waist. “Not feeling well, sweetheart?


    Let’s get you back to your room.” With that, he ushered Ada out, leaving Greg dangling.


    “Whoa, hold on a sec, Mr. Wilson,” Greg blurted out, eyeing Sophia with barely concealed interest.


    “Is that your, uh, ex–wifeing with me tonight?”


    “Damn,’ he thought, a smirk ying on his lips. ‘She’s a looker, that’s for sure. Plus, Jason trained


    her? Her skills must be off the charts. No way I’m passing that up.” All Jason had to do was say


    “yes,” and Greg would be all over her,


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