Her Divorce, His Downfall (Sophia and Damian) novel Chapter 41

Chapter 41

“Damian, you don’t think Sophia finally gave up on you and ran off, do you?” Lucas swirled his drink, teasing with

a grin.

“Shut up! Say another word and you’re buying everyone’s drinks tonight!” Damian shot him a death glare, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he threw back another shot of whiskey.

Lucas made a zipping motion across his lips and went quiet.

Weston watched Damian looking half-dead and drummed his fingers on the table. “There’s another option. Bella’s pretty close with Sophia, right? Ask her. Just keep it low-key-don’t let your grandmother catch wind of it.”

Damian perked up and immediately called Bella.

For once, his sister actually picked up.

But no matter how carefully he tried to fish for information, Bella just coldly said she didn’t kn

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He stepped aside and pulled up WhatsApp, hitting the video call button.

The call connected. Background noise crackled through- someone yelling “Cut!”

Stella’s voice came through, pleasant but irritated.

“Weston? Make it quick. I’m on set.”

Weston stared at her beautiful face on the screen. For a

moment, he saw her like she’d been last year on the red carpet-radiant in that crimson gown.

He cleared his throat, hiding his feelings.

“Nothing major. Just wondering-have you talked to Sophia lately?”

“Sophia? Isn’t she working in New York City? Why ask me? I’ve been locked down at the Chicago film studio for two months. All work, no outside contact.”

. Stella frowned, her tone dripping with disdain for their

usual bullshit.

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“What are you guys up to now? Don’t bother her. I swear,

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when I get back, you’re the first one I’m coming for.”

She glared into the camera, shaking her fist like she was ready to throw hands.

Weston blinked, then smiled fondly. “Alright. I’ll be waiting for that beating.”

After hanging up, he looked at Damian and shook his head.

Damian slammed his fist into the sofa armrest, his eyes instantly turning cold.

Just then, his phone rang.

Damian’s hope flickered-until he saw the name flashing on screen. Isabelle.

His eyes dimmed.

He stared at it for a few seconds. Thought about the wound on her face. About his promise to Michael-that he’d take care of Isabelle.

And then… he thought about Sophia.

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They’d fallen asleep tangled together. Watching her unconsciously curl into him for comfort, all his jealousy and rage melted away.

The next morning, Isabelle had called asking him to go jogging with her.

She’d said the villa was in a secluded hillside garden area and she was scared to go alone.

Damian had agreed.

He’d looked down at Sophia still sleeping in his arms. He couldn’t help himself-he kissed her.

She’d stirred, half-asleep, thinking it was a dream.

Their lips met. Neither wanted to let go.

Then she mumbled, “Stop… I wanna sleep…”

Damian had laughed softly and pulled away.

He’d gotten up, showered, thrown on workout clothes, and met Isabelle for that run.

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Sophia was gone.

He yanked at his tie, irritated. Maybe if he handled Isabelle, Sophia would have less to deal with.

He raised his glass to the guys in the room, voice flat. “Isabelle says her wound’s hurting. I’m heading over. Keep drinking-it’s on me.”

As Damian’s figure disappeared through the door, Lucas smirked and shrugged.

His expression said I knew it. He leaned toward Weston, voice low.

“See that? One call from that little princess and he loses his damn mind.

“I knew it. The most important person in Damian’s heart has always been Isabelle.

“Everyone else—even his wife-doesn’t even come close.”

Weston swirled the amber liquid in his glass, staying

quiet.

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But she hated him. How the hell was he supposed to get close to her?

When Damian arrived at Isabelle’s room, she was propped up in bed, whimpering about how much her face hurt during the dressing change.

He offered halfhearted comfort, eyes drifting elsewhere.

Isabelle caught it immediately. She tugged his sleeve,

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