Her Divorce, His Downfall (Sophia and Damian) novel Chapter 13

Chapter 13

Guilt finally stirred in his chest, but his pride wouldn’t let him

bend.

Last night was a disaster–but was it all on him?

If she hadn’t cried and screamed about divorce, none of this would’ve happened.

Sophia watched his face twist through a dozen emotions. She expected nothing.

She yanked her hand free and walked inside without a word.

The parlor blazed with light, bright as day.

Eleanor, Catherine, Daniel, and Bella were already at the table waiting.

Damian’s uncle Bradley and his family weren’t there. Bella mentioned they had gone abroad on vacation.

Good. One less headache to deal with.

Sophia exhaled and forced a smile, greeting them one by one.

“Grandma, Mom, Dad, Bella–sorry to keep you waiting.”

As she neared her seat, Eleanor warmly took her hand. 11:40

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But then she saw the gauze wrapped around Sophia’s palm.

Eleanor gasped. “Sophia, what happened to your hand? Ford, get the family doctor. Now!”

Her shout brought everyone rushing over–everyone except Bella, who already knew.

“Ford, don’t.” Sophia stopped him, patting Eleanor’s hand gently.

“Grandma, I just cut myself slicing fruit. Don’t worry, I’ve already had it treated. It’ll be fine in a few days.”

“Good.” Eleanor patted her head affectionately. “Come home more often, Sophia. I’ll have Catherine make you soup–you’re getting too thin.”

The warmth in her voice made Sophia’s eyes well up with tears.

Since her mother died, no one had cared about her like this.

Eleanor was the second person to treat her this way–loving her like her mother had.

Once, Sophia thought she was the happiest person alive. She had everything–family, friends, love,

Now? She had nothing but the crushing weight of running

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Zenith Corporation.

Her father Michael held her to impossible standards while

spoiling Isabelle rotten.

No matter how badly Isabelle screwed up, Michael never said a harsh word to her.

Hell, when Connor cheated with Isabelle, he’d actually told Sophia not to fight with her sister–that she was pretty and successful enough to find someone else.

Her own father.

She didn’t know whether to laugh or cry.

Anyone who didn’t know better would have thought she was the one who was adopted.

Connor and Damian had both shown her warmth, made her feel wanted.

But the second she fell, they’d yark it all away–and shove her off a cliff.

They were both in love with Isabelle. She never even stood a chance.

It seemed the whole world loved Isabelle. Only Eleanor truly!

cared for her.

cared for

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“Sophia, what’s wrong?” Catherine asked, her heart aching as “Sophia, what’s wrong?” Cath she noticed Sophia’s reddened eyes. “Is your hand still hurting badly?”

Sophia fought back the urge to cry and shook her head.

Just then, a tall, imposing figure walked in.

“You brat! Have you been bullying my Sophia? Look at the injury on her hand! How can you not even take care of your own wife?”

Eleanor’s tone was sharp the moment she saw him.

“Grandma, your health’s not great. Don’t stress yourself out.”

Damian shot Sophia a look laden with blame.

He clearly thought she had run to his grandmother to complain and was showing his displeasure.

eyes were still rimmed with red, but she met his gaze

a cold are forming on her lips.

er expression held none of its past gentleness, only a look of detached mockery,

She saw a flash of surprise in Damian’s eyes, followed by his face

darkening to a thunderous scowl.

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The atmosphere grew heavy. Bella tensed up, not daring to make a sound, afraid of getting caught in the crossfire.

are you glaring at your wife?” Daniel’s voice cut through the room, and commanding as always.

“Why step

“You’re the CEO of Veridian Group. You had an affair scandal with your sister–in–law. How the hell do you face Sophia?”

“Dad, don’t believe that online garbage. Nothing happened between me and Isabelle.”

Damian frowned, voice patient like he was talking to a child.

“I already had PR handle it. You won’t see those articles anymore. Just let it go.”

Just let it go. The audacity. Like she was nothing.

Sophia’s nails dug into her palm so hard it felt like they would draw blood. A wave of silent derision washed over her.

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