Her Divorce, His Downfall (Sophia and Damian) novel Chapter 175

Chapter 175 Disarmed

Damian lunged forward before Sophia could drop the magazine. His right hand shot out and clamped down on the wrist that

beld the gun.

A quick twist of his wrist and her hand was forced palm–up. The gun flew free of her grip.

While she was still stunned, Damian pressed his left forearm against her collarbone and pinned her against the nightstand, shutting down her struggles.

His other hand plucked the pistol from her palm as casually as picking up a pen. The entire sequence was fluid, practiced, the kind of efficiency that came from years of training.

He wedged his knee against the crook of her legs, leaned down over her, and looked at her from above. The indulgence was gone from his voice. “Stop messing with this. It’s too dangerous for you.”

Sophia fought with everything she had but couldn’t break free. She wanted to bite his head off.

Her eyes were red and raw, her voice a ragged scream. “Damian, let me go! Give me back my gun! I’m going to kill you!”

The fury inside her was an inferno, threatening to swallow her.39

She hated that he owed her a life and could still stand there, cool as you please, and take her weapon away.

Most of all, she hated that she couldn’t even manage to kill

him herself. The combination of helplessness and loathing was crushing her.

Damian ignored her cursing. His long fingers worked the gun with easy precision.

He ejected the magazine one–handed, cleared every round, racked the slide, and made the weapon safe. The whole process was unhurried and controlled.

He tucked the empty gun into his suit jacket, then gently released Sophia’s wrist.

He turned her around so she was facing him.

Reading the defiance and hatred still burning in her eyes, he let out a weary sigh. When he spoke again, the tenderness had crept back in, though the finality in his tone left no room for

argument.

“I told you, this thing is dangerous. I can’t let you keep it. What if it misfires and you hurt yourself?”

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Even when Sophia was trying to put a bullet in him, his first thought was still about her accidentally getting hurt by the gun.

That insane, irrational devotion, tangled with jealousy and guilt, was tearing him apart from the inside.

He didn’t even know what he had to do anymore to make her let down her guard.

Sophia stared at how effortlessly he’d disarmed her, furious and helpless in equal measure.

Her chest heaved with rage. The fire in her eyes was consuming, and yet there was nothing she could do about it.

She couldn’t beat him in a fight. Her gun jammed when she tried to shoot him. And she couldn’t wrestle it back.

Sophia fixed him with a glacial stare, her voice cutting to the bone.

“Damian, do I need your concern? What gives you the right to take something Julian gave me? Who do you think you are?”

That last question shattered whatever composure Damian had been faking.

Jealousy, rage, and a manic possessiveness crashed over him

ka tidal surge, drowning him completely.

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That last sentence shattered his mask completely. He truly didn’t know what to do anymore.

He’d apologized. He’d gotten on his knees.

He’d explained everything. He’d admitted every wrong.

He knew she hated him, so he’d walked into her beating with the full expectation of dying, and he’d let her whale on him until he was half dead.

He’d bled for her, fought for her, done everything in his power to earn one more chance.

And her?

While he was unconscious in the hospital, she’d been playing house with another man. On his first day out, she’d kissed Julian right in front of him.

If she could just believe in him one more time. If she’d just turn around and come back to him, he would do anything. Anything at all.

But all Sophia talked about now, all she thought about, was another man. And she was dead set on killing him.

Watching her pull that trigger twice, he’d kept his face steady,

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but inside, his heart had already gone cold.

His wife genuinely wanted him dead. She hadn’t been bluffing.

Maybe Sophia really didn’t love him anymore. Once that realization fully settled, his heart sank into a frozen lake and shattered into pieces too small to ever put back together.

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