Her Divorce, His Downfall (Sophia and Damian) novel Chapter 3

Chapter 3

No denial. No explanation. His silence was a confession.

The agony in her heart seized every nerve, like sulfuric acid pouring into her chest.

Sophia swayed, on the verge of collapsing.

Then a hand tapped her shoulder. She turned–Stella.

She and Bella had come looking when Sophia didn’t return.

Clearly, they’d heard everything too.

With a furious bang, the hot–tempered Stella kicked the door

open.

The laughter inside died instantly. Every head snapped toward the door.

Sophia ignored their probing stares, her cold gaze sweeping over the stunned crowd.

Inside the VIP room, dim lights cast shadows across expensive leather.

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Damian sat in the center of the sofa, his sharp, handsome face half–lost in shadow.

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was flanked by his childhood friends, Lucas Hunt and Weston Heade.

Girls in barely–there outfits draped all over them.

But the real eye–catcher? Her darling sister Isabelle.

wine–red hair was edgy and striking, and she wore a black,

one–shoulder crop top.

Her black hot pants, barely covering the tops of her thighs, clung to her pert rear.

Knee–high boots made her legs look long and perfectly straight.

She radiated a youthful energy that was both sweet and spicy.

She was the kind of girl men would die for.

Now she was clinging to Damian’s sleeve, half her body pressed against his arm, face twisted in fake terror.

Damian leaned back against the sofa, his long fingers toying with his glass. He treated Sophia as if she were a stranger.

The sight was a dagger to Sophia’s heart. She pressed a hand to her chest, a sharp, constant pain throbbing.

Time to end this.

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They never should’ve crossed paths in the first place. Back to their own worlds. Now.

Heat flooded her veins, rage blazing white–hot.

She stormed forward, ripped the glass from his hand, and flung the liquid straight into their faces

“Damian, let’s get a divorce.”

She hurled the glass at the floor. It exploded.

Isabelle shrieked, trembling.

“Ah!”

“Are you insane?” she screamed.

“You made me this way,” Sophia said, standing rigid, eyes blazing.

The room fell into a dead silence. No one dared to breathe.

But Damian didn’t move. He didn’t even blink.

Wine dripped from his hair down his jawline, soaking into his designer shirt collar.

A moment later, his lips curved into a smirk. His dark eyes lifted slowly, locking onto Sophia.

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Her face was ghost–white except for the angry red rimming her

eyes.

Those eyes that used to look at him with nothing but warmth now burned with a fury that could incinerate him.

Even drowning in rage, she was devastatingly beautiful. Untouchable.

Before he could react, Nina Brooks, a bold young influencer, stepped forward, jabbing a finger at Sophia.

“Who the hell are you, you psycho? Just because you’re hot doesn’t mean you can seduce Mr. Hall. He has a girlfriend.

“He just dropped over ten million on a drone show for Ms. Isabelle Anderson. They’re in love. You’d better get lost. Don’t be shameless.”

Stella stepped in front of Sophia, her glare ice–cold.

“You’re the shameless one. All you cheating scumbags are. Do you have any idea she’s Damian’s

“Stella! Stop.”

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Sophia cut her off. She’d already decided on divorce, Announcing she was his wife now would only humiliate her

more.

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“What’s wrong? Cat got your tongue?” Nina sneered. “Oh, right, trash like you aren’t even worthy of shining Mr. Hall’s shoes.

“You only have the guts to pull shady crap in the shadows. Gold–digging sluts trying to sleep your way to the top–don’t act all high and mighty with me.”

Before she could finish, Sophia grabbed Nina by the hair and cracked her across the face. The slap echoed through the room.

She shook out her stinging palm, her voice ice–cold.

“Mouth that filthy, did you just crawl out of a sewer? That slap’s to teach you when to shut up.”

“You hit me? You actually hit me?”

Nina stumbled back, clutching her rapidly swelling cheek, wailing dramatically.

“Everyone saw that, right? This psycho can’t win an argument, so she throws hands instead.”

Lucas rushed forward to steady her, but his eyes darted away- he couldn’t meet Sophia’s gaze.

After a moment, he cleared his throat and stepped between

them, trying to play peacemaker.

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“Ms. Sophia Anderson, this is all a misunderstanding. Nina’s young–she didn’t mean anything by it. You could’ve just talked to her. Why’d you have to slap her?”

Sophia’s lips curved into a cold smile. “Her parents never taught her respect. So I did. What’s wrong, Mr. Hunt? Does it hurt to watch?”

Bella walked up to Sophia, casting a frosty glare at Lucas.

She tilted her chin and sneered. “Lucas, I’m genuinely impressed.

“You’ve got a five–star meal right in front of you, but you’d rather dig through this bowl of rotten leftovers. This girl’s mouth is a dumpster fire and you still go there? When did your taste get so trashy?”

“Wow. Mr. Hunt’s got terrible taste, falling for this kind of trash,” Stella chimed in.

Her

eyes swept the room with pure contempt, her lips curling.

“But I guess it makes sense. You and Damian are childhood friends, after all.

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