Her Divorce, His Downfall (Sophia and Damian) novel Chapter 122

Chapter 122

A thunderclap exploded in Damian’s ears, leaving him frozen, his blood turning to

ice.

He stared at the girl just a step away–the girl with a face identical to Sophia’s.

The face he’d dreamed of every sleepless night, the face he’d searched for endlessly, was right in front of him.

The tiny red mole at the corner of her eye was glaring as she blinked, so vivid, so beautiful.

He wouldn’t mistake her this time.

This was his wife, Sophia–he’d recognize,

ber even if she turned to och

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How could she be Julian’s fiancée?

Julian must have made a mistake.

Tears welled in Damian’s eyes, his throat tightening as a thousand words churned

in his heart.

He took an eager step forward, but Julian’s grip on his arm suddenly tightened like a vice.

Instantly freezing, he spun around in shock, only to collide with Julian’s calm

gaze.

He remembered–Julian had always doted on him as a child.

When Damian was naughty, Julian would

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cover for him, beg for leniency to spare him from punishment.

When he’d followed Sophia to France, Julian had taken good care of him.

But after he got married, his uncle had gone to Northern Europe to work, and they’d drifted apart.

It had been years since they’d seen each other.

For a long time, Damian had only seen updates of Julian in the family group chat–photos taken when the Hall family visited him in Northern Europe.

Now, Julian was standing right in front of him, taller and more upright than Damian

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He stared at the face that resembled his

own–sharp, cold features, yet softened by a warm, gentle glow.

The more Damian looked, the more

suffocated he felt.

After a long silence, he spoke, his voice

hoarse and strained.

“Uncle Julian, you must be mistaken. She’s my wife, Sophia. You used to see her all the time–you know what she looks like better than anyone.”

Julian’s expression didn’t change, but his

hand didn’t loosen.

“Damian, you’re the one who’s mistaken.

She’s not Sophia–she’s my fiancée,

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Vivian.”

Damian frowned deeply, pulling out his phone and opening his photo album to their wedding photos, shoving it in front

of Julian.

“Uncle Julian, look–these are our wedding photos. I’m not lying. She’s my

wife.”

Julian glanced down, his eyes darkening slightly before he spoke in a flat tone.

“Damian, I really suggest you read the fire accident report. Your wife is dead—you chose that.”

“Who says she’s dead? She’s not dead.

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Sophia, standing not far away, heard the argument and turned to see Julian holding Damian’s wrist.

Damian was staring at her with bloodshot eyes, a mix of love and hatred—so much

hatred.

She didn’t understand. Hadn’t she “died”

in that fire, just as he’d wanted?

Hadn’t she wished him and Isabelle happiness? She’d faked her death to

escape.

Why did he hate her now?

Did he blame her for being “unreasonable” again?

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She pushed down her swirling emotions, frowned, and hurried over to pull Julian’s hand away, asking anxiously.

“Julian, are you okay?”

To reassure her, Julian let go of Damian, placing his hand on Sophia’s waist and smiling softly, “I’m fine, don’t worry.”

Watching Sophia ignore him completely, caring only for Julian, showing affection without a care for anyone else?

Their tender moment felt like a sharp knife piercing Damian’s heart.

His heart felt like it was split in two, filled with bitterness and dull pain, so intense it made his whole body tremble.

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Damian’s heart twisted as if a blade were lodged in his chest. Before he could stop himself, he moved forward, a desperate hand reaching out.

“Sophia, if you’re alive… why didn’t you come back to me? Do you have any idea how much I—”

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