Her Divorce, His Downfall (Sophia and Damian) novel Chapter 105

Chapter 105

The playful taunts and suggestive

chuckles from his friends drew a slight frown from Damian.

Shifting uncomfortably, he spoke up.

“Alright, that’s enough. You’ll scare Olivia.”

The raucous noise gradually died down, though knowing glances continued to dart between him and Olivia.

Lucas sidled up, throwing a familiar arm

around Damian’s shoulders.

With a theatrical cough into his fist, he

smirked.

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“Protective already, Damian? First day knowing her and you’re wrapped around her finger.”

He winked at the others. “Take notes, gentlemen. That’s how it’s done.”

A muscle twitched in Damian’s jaw as he shrugged off the arm.

“Don’t be ridiculous. Keep your comments to yourself.”

Lucas opened his mouth, ready with another quip, but a sharp nudge from Weston’s elbow stopped him.

A pointed look passed between them.

A silent warning to check Isabelle’s

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Taking the hint, Lucas simply rubbed his nose and swallowed his words.

Swaggering over to a nearby table, he picked up his glass, the picture of

nonchalance.

“Fine, fine. Damian’s got the floor. Let’s all dial it back. Drinks, everyone!”

Weston watched Damian and Olivia, his expression unreadable.

A troubling thought surfaced.

What would Stella think if she found out

about Olivia?

She’d likely see it as Damian moving on mere months after Sophia’s death, finding

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solace in a woman who bore a striking resemblance to his late wife.

Less than half a year, and he was already

with someone new.

Could that still be called loyalty?

Stella would probably rage for days, branding Damian a heartless bastard.

By extension, she would likely assume

Weston was cut from the same cloth.

Torn between his friend and the woman

who had captured his own heart, Weston felt a familiar tightness in his chest.

Letting either of them down was unthinkable.

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However, how could he possibly bridge the misunderstanding brewing between

them?

The mental gymnastics were giving him a

headache.

Forget it.

No sense borrowing trouble.

Seeing Damian emerge from the fog of grief was, at its core, a good thing.

Comforted by this thought, Weston grabbed his drink and joined Lucas, immersing himself back into the party’s rhythm.

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Everyone, it seemed, was having a good time–except for Isabelle.

She sat apart, downing one glass after another with grim determination.

After several shots, she pushed herself up unsteadily and stumbled toward the door.

At the sight of her swaying figure, a knot of concern tightened in Damian’s

stomach.

The DIVA Vodka she’d been guzzling was nearly 100–proof.

Enough to floor most men, let alone a

young woman.

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daughter.

He couldn’t in good conscience let her wander off alone, drunk and vulnerable.

The thought of something happening to her–another tragedy following the one he’d caused for her elder sister–was

unbearable.

He would never forgive himself, nor would Michael, Rhea, or Yvonne.

He had to catch her, say something.

But just as he moved to pull away, Olivia let out a soft, pained gasp beside him.

Whirling around, he found her face deathly pale, her body swaying backwards

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Damian caught her just in time.

His eyes widened at the sight of angry

red hives blossoming across her neck and

arms.

“What’s wrong?” he demanded, his voice tight.

“I…” Olivia struggled for breath, each inhale a sharp sting in her chest.

Weakness washed over her.

“I’m… allergic. To alcohol.”

Alcohol allergy? And she drank vodka?

The recklessness of it sparked a flash of

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