Todos os capítulos de The Second Marriage Chance [English]: Capítulo 141 - Capítulo 150

Sarah With my vision blurred, I tried to spot the person who snatched my phone. Wait… why do I sense a new presence? No! "Hello there, Sarah, darling! It's been a while since we last saw each other," said a familiar voice—definitely not Jane's. Darkness crept at the edges of my consciousness, threatening to pull me under. I fought against it, clinging to awareness with all my willpower. "W-wait a moment? Is she okay?" Jane's worried voice pierced through my foggy mind. I squeezed my eyes shut even though my mind was hazy. "Jane, you've played your part beautifully. Why are you hesitating? Isn't this what you wanted—to separate Sarah and President Cornell? After all, didn't you blame Sarah for your unfortunate encounter with Mr. Martin? Think about it. If they split again, she'll have no choice but to rely on you. You'll be her only true friend." "But I... I never meant for—" Jane's voice cracked, her sobs interrupting her words. "Oh, come now. Deep down, you've always hated her

Jane A strange tightness gripped my chest as I sat by the window in my bedroom, looking out at the neatly trimmed gardens below. I haven't been able to think clearly since last night. Madam Cornell manipulated me in the past, and I couldn't believe I was still falling for it now under Madam Olsen's influence. It left a bitter taste in my mouth. I hate Sarah as much as I love her. A sudden knock at the door interrupted my thoughts. Quickly, I wiped my eyes with a lace-edged handkerchief, trying to hide any trace of tears. Taking a deep breath to compose myself, I walked over and opened the door. Shock and fear must have been written all over my face. "Sarah…" The butler cleared his throat. "Miss Jane, Madam Sarah wishes to speak with you. Were you available at that moment?" My first instinct was to refuse, to slam the door and retreat into my solitude. But I knew I had no right to deny her this conversation. Sarah deserved answers, and it was my chance to voice the doubts that

Jane Seeking my brother Philip's advice, I came to Highland Hills, desperate for his support during this difficult time. For four years, I managed the modeling agency, a sub-company of Luminary Productions in London and Paris. Alongside my career, I continued therapy to address my past traumas. The weekly sessions, though often painful, have gradually cleared my mind. To atone for what I did to Sarah, I devoted myself to my work. My marriage to Brody Martin has been nothing more than a well-orchestrated charade—a typically arranged marriage designed to benefit our families rather than our hearts. He owns a chemical empire and is a cousin of the brothers Bronn and Jakob. Philip spoke after hearing my story. "You mean to say, after you returned from Paris, you found your husband in the apartment at The Strata with his secretary? And at that moment, you decided to end your four-year marriage? Now you're here, asking me to break the news to Dad that your marriage with Brody didn't wor

Jane A deep sadness filled my chest as I joined Sarah's team at Emily and Bronn's cozy home. The smell of Emily's barbecue was in the air, but it did little to lift my mood. I wandered to a quiet spot in their garden, away from the lively conversations. I sat quietly in the garden, drinking beer alone while reflecting on the four years of my life that Brody had taken over. The sound of grass rustling signaled Sarah's approach. Once comforting and familiar, her presence now brought a mix of longing and nervousness. "Can I talk to you?" she asked. I nodded. Part of me wanted to know if she still resented me, but another part feared the answer. Sarah began speaking while staring off into the distance. "Did you know I deliberately ensured our paths wouldn't cross for four years? I... I didn't know how to face you." I pressed my lips together, absorbing her words. A moment of clarity hit me. Why was I still afraid of Sarah's judgment when I was the one who had destroyed the beautif

Jane My heart pounded as the weight of an arm draped across my body. "Ahhhh!" I screamed, instinctively recoiling from the unexpected touch. Beside me, Brody jolted upright, eyes wide with alarm. "What the hell, Jane?!" he exclaimed, his voice hoarse from sleep. A rush of memories from our last encounter flooded my mind. I pointed an accusatory finger at him, confused about why he was there with me. "W-what the hell are you doing here?" I stopped short, taking in the unfamiliar room. It was spacious and elegantly furnished, with large windows framing an unknown view. "Shit! W-where am I?" A serene landscape greeted me outside the window, with lush green leaves and colorful flowers swaying gently in the breeze. "Calm down, alright? You're at my place in Henderson," he said, his tone calm and reassuring. "Your place? How?" I could hardly believe it. I'd met Brody in Europe, and we'd been together there for four years. He never mentioned owning a home in Nevada. It wouldn't