Her Divorce, His Downfall (Sophia and Damian) novel Chapter 189

Chapter 189 A Heart Drenched in Rain

Amelia clapped a hand tightly over her mouth, her nails digging painfully into her cheeks, yet she felt nothing.

The box of pastries she’d packed for Lucas slipped from her grasp and crashed to the ground, their warm, sweet scent swallowed instantly by the cold air.

Only the night before, the boy had held her in their cramped rental apartment, murmuring over how amazing her instant pasta tasted, yet now he walked arm–in–arm with his friends into a luxury club she could never afford to enter.

Casual cruelty dripped from his voice as he spoke of her, dismissing her sincerity as nothing more than “child’s play” and a “passing thrill.”

Their conversation revolved around her, a shared past, and a future he had already decided upon–one where he’d “compensate” her and arrange a marriage to a prominent man in New York if she wished.

He was no hardworking, ordinary young man from a modest family.

He was the youngest, most untouchable heir of the Hunt family

one of New York’s four elite dynasties and a jewelry giant scross

Every penny Amelia had earned by pulling all–nighters designing, handing out flyers in the scorching sun, and skipping doctor’s visits, even with a cold, had been nothing more than proof of her foolish, unwavering love for him.

They were ammunition for him to show off to his friends and gossip about over drinks.

The boy who’d held her the night before and sworn to love her for eternity had torn down everything they’d had with the cruelest words imaginable.

Every word was a slap in the face, knocking the wind out of her and leaving her numb to the bone.

The pain was unbearable.

Amelia couldn’t understand what she’d done wrong to deserve such humiliation–she’d only loved a man.

Every ounce of strength drained from Amelia’s body, leaving her hopeless and empty.

As if on cue, a torrential downpour crashed down from the sky.

Cold rain lashed at her face, mixing with her tears as they streamed down her cheeks.

She could hold back no longer, stumbling into the rain and 15:10

“Amelia, you’re the stupidest, most idiotic fool in the whole world! You deserve this!”

Her memory of the return trip was a blur; only the dull, throbbing ache in her chest remained, her tears having long since dried up.

Drenched to the bone and shivering violently, she tore their

photos from the wall, shredded every small gift Lucas had given her, and hurled them all into the trash.

Once her anger faded, she packed all her belongings into a

suitcase.

Amelia stayed awake all night, and at the first light of dawn, she took one last look at the apartment that had held all her foolish love for Lucas, then slammed the door shut behind her.

Downstairs, she pulled her SIM card from her phone and threw

it in the trash.

She’d barely reached the sidewalk when a Maybach pulled up beside her.

The window rolled down, revealing the refined face of a well–maintained, imposing woman.

Amelia’s heart sank. The driver opened the door, and the woman stepped out, walking straight toward her, lookg downo

casily drawn to cheap, novel distractions. Do you really think he can play this poor–boy game forever?”

Miranda watched with satisfaction as Amelia’s face paled even further, then drove the knife in deeper.

“Look at how shabby you are. Your gambling father, your timid mother, your brother studying for the SAT–your life was never meant to rise above your station, not from the day you were born.

“Lucas is the most beloved heir of the Hunt family, born into New York’s top elite. His name is tied forever to the city’s highest resources, connections, and future.

“The gap between you isn’t a river—it’s an uncrossable divide of class, of a century–old dynasty’s legacy and rules. Do you understand?”

“I don’t.” Fierce pride would not let her stay silent and submissive any longer.

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