Her Divorce, His Downfall (Sophia and Damian) novel Chapter 191

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Chapter 191 Get to See You Like This

Lucas soon made a horrifying discovery–around all those glamorous women, he felt nothing at all.

He could not get hard, no matter what they did.

The carefully primped socialites, their desperate flattery and calculated seduction, only filled him with growing irritation.

No amount of clinging or teasing could thaw his frozen body, let alone stir any desire in him.

He could not bear to touch any of these beautiful women; his heart and body felt utterly dead inside.

Enraged, Lucas smashed every piece of furniture in the private room, then rushed to the hospital for an examination. The diagnosis came back clear: psychogenic erectile dysfunction, rooted in severe emotional trauma.

His knuckles whitened as he crumpled the thin medical paper in his fist, almost tearing it to shreds.

Then he began to laugh quietly, a laugh that eventually dissolved into tears.

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Lucas had been broken bevond repair the day Amelia walked

staring at the long–hidden photo of them together.

He had coaxed her into taking it right after they had been intimate.

Amelia’s skin remained flushed, her breathing ragged as tears glistened in her eyes.

The distinct hickeys Lucas had left behind branded the pale skin of her neck.

Overcome with shyness, she curled shyly against his chest, lacking even the strength to resist.

Holding her waist firmly, he leaned down to whisper in her ear, his voice a rough, warm rumble.

“Be good. From now on, only I get to see you like this.”

At the click of the shutter, Lucas turned his head and kissed her blushing earlobe.

The camera captured her flustered, dependent expression, along with his hand gripping her shoulder, refusing to let go.

That had been the moment Amelia belonged to him completely.

But she had left him forever for five million dollars, and the seaging pain threatened to swallow him whole,

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Now he was a wreck.

Only at the sight of that face, etched into his very bones, did Lucas‘ lifeless body surge with agonizing longing and raw desire.

He traced her features with his fingertips again and again, as if trying to carve her into his soul.

In the darkness, he lowered his gaze, his breathing growing ragged and heavy.

Every breath carried a self–destructive mix of restraint and craving.

After a long while, a muffled, suppressed groan escaped his throat, and he released all his pent–up desire into the silent night.

Only in these moments could he convince himself that she still belonged entirely to him.

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And yet, each time he gave in to that dark, private release,

the same despair would follow–he was beyond saving.

Lucas could disguise himself with reckless debauchery, numb himself with endless scandals, but his body’s most primal reactions could not lie.

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most infamous playboy.

He haunted every nightclub and high–society event, his boyish spirit gone, replaced by a careless, cynical edge.

But no one knew the truth. He was not promiscuous–he simply could not love anyone else ever again.

Lucas‘ mind drifted back into that distant memory. The second he closed his eyes, he saw Amelia’s face, smelled her scent, and felt how soft and pliable she had been in his arms.

With great effort, he pulled himself back to the present, rubbing his temples to clear his head.

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