All Chapters of The Second Marriage Chance [English]: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Sarah I wore a reversible design long dress. Since I always wear black, the dress I ordered has a black garment inside. I had a hunch Jessica was brewing up some drama, aiming to cast me as the villainous sister-in-law. Yet, her swiftness in action caught me off guard; I had anticipated a more theatrical display, perhaps in front of a larger audience. As the door to the extension room swung open, Jessica, her cronies, and her mother stood dumbfounded at the sight of me in my elegant black dress. Amir's distress was palpable as his eyes met mine. The contrast of my current attire against the white he had seen earlier clearly didn't mind him. Amir, being the traditionalist he is, doesn't place much weight on appearances, a trait perhaps explaining Jessica's lack of genuine affection for him. "That's impossible! Amir, Sarah was wearing white just moments ago. You remember, don't you?" Jessica's words stumbled out, tinged with jealousy evident in her gaze. Despite my current choice

Sarah Jessica and her groomsman lover were hurrying back to the mansion. The people in the hall gasped, their attention turning towards Jessica as they whispered amongst themselves. "Gosh! This story is exciting!" I heard from one reporter. Could she be any more foolish? She invited nearly every TV station in the city to this event, which she dubs the 'wedding of the year' gathering! It's all about her craving social media fame and flaunting Amir's supposed grand gestures. She's acting like she's Kim K or something! Jessica spotted me near the entrance of the event hall. Her attention then shifted to her own image illuminated on the large projector, and she gasped, recoiling in terror. A swift scan of her surroundings heightened her fear as she noticed the drone ominously trailing behind her. I furrowed my brow in confusion, puzzled by the unfamiliar drone; mine is a hexacopter. Apart from me, there are others eager to expose Jessica's antics! But who could they be? Suddenly, Je

Sarah Fear dissolved into oblivion the moment his lips met mine, drowned in the familiar scent of Philip that enveloped me. As he reluctantly withdrew, his gaze lingered on my lips, his thumb delicately tracing their contours. Then, I shivered as his hand found its place on my buttocks, tenderly caressing, igniting a sensation that defied description. "Philip," I exclaimed, my eyebrow twitching with frustration. "That's my ass!" "I know," he replied, unmoving. "Move!" Instead of conceding, Philip leaned his head on my shoulder, his arms enveloping me. Confusion and shock swirled within me as he unexpectedly became clingy, his hold tightening, his sadness palpable. "I just wanted to be close to you," he murmured. "Reflecting on our time together, I can see the mistakes I've made, each one a painful reminder of my shortcomings. I know I'm far from perfect, and perhaps that's why we find ourselves in this predicament. Just saying 'sorry' doesn't seem enough to make things right."

Philip In the quiet embrace of the Henderson night, nestled amidst the desert's whispers, lies the serene sanctuary of the Henderson Memorial Clinic. Bathed in the gentle glow of moonlight, its modern façade exudes a tranquil aura, inviting those needing healing to find solace within its walls. I'm trailing behind the two bodyguards as we walk down the hallway toward the ward where Nurse Samantha Hayes is assigned. She's the same nurse assigned to the OB-Gyne department when my mother brought Sarah last year while in Highland Hills. "Excuse me, we're looking for Nurse Samantha Hayes," one of my bodyguards addressed the nurse at the station. The nurse eyed us with suspicion, likely due to our imposing presence. "May I inquire as to who they are?" she questioned, her tone wary. With a reassuring smile, my bodyguard responded, "My mother was hospitalized last year, and Nurse Hayes took care of her. It was in Highland Hills. We just wanted to check in on her at my mother's request."

Sarah Trey swiftly positioned himself in front of me, shielding my trembling form from Jessica's wrath. The liquid Jessica had flung splattered onto his broad back, emitting an ominous wisp of smoke, indicating that the bottle's contents were anything but ordinary. Jessica's eyes widened with fury. "Why did you intervene? You fool!" she spat at Trey. Fear rippled through me, a shiver tracing down my spine as I grasped the gravity of Jessica's unraveling demeanor. "Madam Sarah, keep your distance from that woman! She's not herself," Trey warned with urgency, lacing his words. Hastily, he shed his jacket, a precaution against the unknown substance Jessica had hurled. Only then did I spot the lingering splatters marring his frame, a stark reminder of the danger. "You're stupid! I will kill that bitch!" Jessica seethed, her fury propelling her toward me, but in that instant, all I wanted was to strike her with whatever was within reach. Closing the distance between us, I delivered