Her Divorce, His Downfall (Sophia and Damian) novel Chapter 178

Chapter 178 A Knife in the Dark

Damian opened his arms and crushed her against his chest, holding on with enough force to press every ounce of guilt and regret into that single embrace.

Scalding tears soaked into the top of Sophia’s hair. He wept as he whispered, over and over, “Sophia, I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.”

The crying, the laughing, the sudden transformation left Sophia completely at a loss. The agony in his eyes was real, but she couldn’t make sense of any of it.

His abrupt rush to hold her had caught her off guard. She froze.

Afraid he was about to do something worse, Sophia seized the moment while his mind was in chaos and snatched a dagger from the cabinet beside her.

She gritted her teeth and, without a shred of hesitation, plunged

it into Damian’s chest.

A wet, sickening sound cut through his whispered apology as the blade sank into flesh.

His entire body locked up. His arms fell away from Sophia.

He looked down at the silver handle protruding from his chest, then slowly raised his eyes to Sophia. The anguish and remorse

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His lips moved. The corner of his mouth twitched, but no words

came out.

Only warm liquid, spilling from his chest, soaking into his shirt, staining Sophia’s trembling hand crimson.

Sophia released the handle and stumbled back several steps.

Beneath her mask of composure, a thread of panic and fear was unraveling.

She had done it. While he was sobbing and confessing, while his guard was shattered, she had actually stabbed him.

The carnage in front of her screamed a single, brutal fact—she had just killed a man.

And not just any man. Her legal husband, Damian Hall, one of the most powerful figures in New York City.

She didn’t dare think about what would happen if this came to light.

Prison? The wrath of the Hall family? Her mind couldn’t process any of it right now.

Sophia forced herself to stay calm. Her voice was ice–cold and final, equal parts self–reassurance and warning.

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spread rapidly through his body. He swayed on his feet, the color draining from his lips entirely.

But there was no anger. No rage. His gaze fell on Sophia’s face, on the hatred and fear she was trying so hard to hide behind a wall of composure, and his eyes softened with tenderness and heartache.

He fought through the agony, his steps unsteady, and reached for her ice–cold wrist. His voice was barely a thread. “Don’t

overthink it. Get back in bed.”

Sophia went rigid. She tried to pull away, but he used the last of his strength to hold her still.

He was critically wounded and still had enough in him to restrain her?

The realization stunned her. She didn’t dare move.

Damian bent down and scooped her up, carrying her toward the bed.

Every step sent a wave of excruciating pain through him, wringing cold sweat from his temples.

Afraid of scaring her, he didn’t let himself make a sound. He bit down and endured it in silence.

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of the bed, took her bloodstained hand, and wiped it clean with careful, measured strokes.

His voice was faint, soothing, as if he might pass out at any second.

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