Her Divorce, His Downfall (Sophia and Damian) novel Chapter 119

Chapter 119

Damian’s mind was a tempest of dread and fury.

His wife’s fate remained unknown, Isabelle lay gravely injured, and now his uncle’s pending marriage was dragged

into the chaos.

He had no patience for anyone’s romantic tales, and even less for Sebastian’s

gloating monologue.

His fists clenched, knuckles cracking under the strain.

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“If I win tonight, you stay the hell away from Isabelle. Forever. Bring up my uncle,

bring up God himself—I’ll still skin you alive. Now get out.”

Sebastian flinched, the raw violence in Damian’s tone striking a chord of primal

fear.

But the memory of Vivian’s assurances stiffened his spine.

A smirk returned to his lips. “Let me share one more thing, Mr. Hall. Tonight’s little drama… it’s a gift. From Ms. Fitzgerald herself.

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you so much.”

Damian’s face darkened, a storm cloud settling over his features.

Sebastian watched the transformation with deep satisfaction; the earlier humiliation was soothed by this petty

vengeance.

Wiping the dried blood from his mouth, he turned and slid into a teammate’s idling sports car, disappearing into the night with a roar of the engine.

Silence descended upon the accident scene, broken only by the mournful sigh of the wind. It did nothing to cool the frustration and anger simmering in Damian’s chest.

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He’d never met Vivian. Why this intense, targeted hatred?

The question gnawed at him, a mystery with no key.

His brooding was interrupted by Weston’s hurried approach.

The man’s expression was grim. “Just got a call from Bella. Your uncle and his fiancée have landed in New York City.”

Already?

Damian’s brow furrowed.

It seemed his elusive future aunt was in a hurry to make her entrance.

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wouldn’t hold back out of respect for his uncle.

He was more than ready to teach her a lesson she wouldn’t forget.

Yet, as the defiant thought formed, a sudden, sharp pang of anguish lanced through him.

His breath hitched; his fingers turned icy.

A wave of inexplicable, crushing sorrow flooded his chest, so intense it was physically painful.

How could a stranger he’d never laid eyes on evoke such a visceral reaction?

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“Damian? You okay?”

Weston asked, concern etching his features as he noticed the pallor stealing over his friend’s face.

The blood still trickled from Damian’s

temple.

A pang of guilt hit Weston.

This night, meant to be a distraction from grief, had spiraled into disaster, ensnaring Isabelle and even Olivia with her allergy.

What bad luck.

So much happened tonight. Weston could tell Damian was hurting and on edge.

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and now his uncle was back in town with

a fiancée in tow.

Everything was just tangled up like a knot that wouldn’t come loose.

He quickly stepped forward and pulled Damian aside, lowering his voice.

“Let’s get that cut looked at. You can’t show up to the Hall family party looking like you went ten rounds in a ring.”

Shoving the confusing torrent of emotions down, Damian gave a terse nod.

Action was better than contemplation.

They headed for the hospital.

Mercy Grace Hospital’s ER was brightly lit

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The figure waiting to treat him sent a jolt of mutual animosity through the room.

Connor.

The moment their eyes met, it was like sparks hitting gunpowder.

The sight of Damian, wounded and bleeding, gave Connor a fierce, private jolt of satisfaction.

Yet, the white coat he wore imposed its

own strict code.

He was a doctor first, his oath a barrier against the hatred.

He approached, his professionalism a cold mask.

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“Pressure for stopping the bleeding,” Connor stated flatly, soaking a cotton swab in alcohol.

He pressed it to the gash without gentleness.

“Isabelle’s in the OR, and here you are. Quite the coincidence.”

His eyes, cold and assessing, flicked up. “Another reckless chase for her sake? The news mentioned a wreck on Cloudspire Mountain–a sports car burned out. Your handiwork, I presume?”

Damian met his gaze, seeing no need for explanations.

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world, then called off the engagement without a second thought. Quite the heartless move, Dr. Wilson.”

“Heartless?” Connor’s hand stilled.

A violent storm surged in his eyes.

His mind flashed back to that birthday party three years ago.

Had Isabelle not deliberately worn a white dress identical to Sophia’s and thrown herself at him while he was drunk, he

never would have fallen into her trap.

The next morning, she had lain there naked, pointing at the bloodstained sheets, sobbing that he had taken her virginity in his intoxicated stupor.

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Connor must have been out of his mind

back then to subconsciously believe he had made a mistake, that he had confused her with Sophia.

But after the broken engagement, Connor had thought it over carefully. If he had really slept with Isabelle, there was no way he would be completely blank.

There had to be a catch. He had already put people on the ground to investigate that night. Soon enough, the truth would

surface, and he would clear his name once

and for all.

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