Second Chance At Love

Chapter 5

Jason abruptly rose from the sofa, disregarding Sophia entirely, his eyes filled with intense worry and anxiety. Mere moments ago, he had received another urgent message from Ada. Jason! I’m in excruciating pain, and I see blood.]

Realizing he had to hurry to check on Ada, Jason turned to Sophia and said, “I just remembered Grandma called this afternoon, asking me to visit her after returning to the country. You should rest soon, and don’t stay up late watching television. I probably won’t be back tonight.”

With that, he didn’t wait for her response. He walked briskly to the door, each step laden with a sense of urgency.

Observing his hurried departure, Sophia couldn’t help but let out a soft chuckle. However, her laughter swiftly transformed into bitterness as tears welled in her eyes, tracing silent paths down her cheeks. ‘I couldn’t get him to stay, after all? He didn’t even let me finish a sentence.” she thought with a pang of resignation, the weight of his abrupt departure settling heavily upon her.

“Jason, do you still remember our child, the one who died on the operating table?” Sophia’s voice was barely above a whisper, choked with emotion. “And tomorrow… do you recall? It’s her death anniversary.” Tears continued to cascade down her cheeks, each drop a testament to the enduring pain etched within her heart.

The following day, Sophia lingered at the cemetery’s entrance, her patience stretching from the break of dawn to the cloak of dusk, yet Jason failed to appear. As twilight surrendered to darkness, she reluctantly opened the car door, cradling the toys intended for her daughter, her heart heavy with disappointment. Upstodatee from Novel(D)ra/m/a.O(r)g

Under the shroud of night, the cemetery assumed an unsettling stillness, broken only by the haunting cries of a few vultures circling in the night sky above the sprawling grounds. Her daughter’s grave, positioned at the farthest corner, lay adorned with a black, wordless tombstone, standing sentinel amidst the shadows of the night.

Though Sophia had been merely two months pregnant when she miscarried, she had insisted on preserving the fetus intact. Thus, interred beneath the tombstone lay the tangible remnants of her beloved daughter.

As she walked along the path to her daughter’s tomb, Sophia couldn’t help but wonder if Jason was now tenderly cradling Ada, nurturing the life within her womb. Yet amidst all these thoughts, sorrow washed over her as she realized that he likely had entirely forgotten about her poor child who was resting in the cold embrace of the cemetery.

After stopping in front of the grave, Sophia slowly squatted down, tenderly placing the toys from her hands onto the ground. Her fingertips grazed the icy surface of the tombstone, an indescribable pain spreading from her heart, enveloping her entirely.

“Darling, it must be so cold underground,” her voice choking up. “Hang in there a little longer. Mommy will be with you soon.”

The piercing cold of the winter night seeped into Sophia’s bones, and within a mere thirty minutes, her entire body was gripped by an aching chill. Her heart, once wounded by a fatal blow, now throbbed with intense pain.

In the distance, lights flickered, accompanied by the echoing calls of the cemetery caretaker.

Though Sophia longed to respond, she was consumed by waves of pain. Her consciousness gradually slipped away, plunging her into the abyss of endless darkness.

When Sophia regained consciousness, she found herself lying in the back of a car. Summoning her strength, she sat up and surveyed the

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Interior before turning to the person in the driver’s seat.

Though the car belonged to her, the driver was none other than the cemetery caretaker she had encountered before. “Did you carry my from the cemetery?” Sophia asked.

The middle–aged man glanced at her and replied, “You fainted from the cold. If I hadn’t intervened, you might not have made it

Sophia smiled weakly, murmuring her thanks before inquiring. “Where are you taking me?”

Judging by the direction, it didn’t seem to be her home, and he probably didn’t know her address either. The middle–aged man deftly steered the car towards a luxury villa estate.

“I don’t know where you live. I could only use your phone to contact your husband. A woman answered the call and instructed me to take you to Classa Garden Villa No. 12,” the cemetery caretaker explained.

Upon hearing this, Sophia clenched her fist, feeling the pain in her chest flare up once more.

Jason always had his phone on him. Who else could have answered it besides Ada?‘ Sophia’s mind raced with suspicion. “Did she blatantly reveal their secret love nest? Is this her scheme to bring me here and then flaunt her successful conquest of Jason?”

“Actually, could you send me to…” Sophia started, hoping to escape the painful reality of her husband’s betrayal.

But before she could finish her sentence, the middle–aged man abruptly braked the car and interrupted her. Turning to her, he announced, “Mrs. Wilson, we’ve arrived.”

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