Her Divorce, His Downfall (Sophia and Damian) novel Chapter 43

Chapter 43

He fought the urge to pull her into his arms, keeping his expression light and easy as he grasped her soft hand tight.

“Thank you, Sophia. If you ever need anything, I’ll do whatever it takes.”

“Sounds good.”

With her burden lifted, Sophia felt genuinely happy. She patted his shoulder like she used to back in college.

“When you get married, I’ll technically be your elder, you know. And I’m a whole year younger than you. I’m totally getting the better end of this deal.”

Connor caught her playful hand, his eyes gentle.

“You can take advantage of me anytime you want.”

He held her small hand in his, smiling. “So… does this * mean I’m finally off your WhatsApp blacklist?”

Sophia laughed, looking like a kid caught with h hand57

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Connor’s phone buzzed. He pulled it out-an avatar that had been silent for years sent him a smiley face.

They looked at each other and smiled. The weight between them finally lifted.

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Dorothy approached the door with freshly made soup, but stopped when she glimpsed through the crack. Inside, the two sat facing each other, talking and laughing.

Sophia’s face was bright with joy-just like their college days in France, discussing their studies together.

Dorothy quietly stepped back, leaving them to this rare moment of peace.

That evening, Dorothy returned to care for Sophia.

After finishing the soup, Sophia calmly told Dorothy to go back to the house and pack up all her stuff-clothes, everything.

She told Dorothy to take down the wedding photos and destroy them.

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Her own jewelry and valuables? Pack them up and store them at the trusted jeweler’s.

Anything Damian had given her? Leave it all neatly organized. Don’t touch a thing.

Dorothy got it. She nodded seriously and headed back to

handle it all.

Next, Sophia called her assistant Sharon.

After briefly checking in on the company, she cut to the

chase.

“Sharon, draft another divorce agreement for me. Same terms as last time. Once it’s ready, rush it to my house.”

As Sophia’s assistant, Sharon had been to the villa Sophia shared with Damian a few times.

She knew the address. The moment the agreement was done, she called for express delivery.

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Damian had been crashing at his office for days

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Sophia at any New York entry or exit point-land, sea, or

air.

She’d vanished like a drop of water evaporating into thin air. Or someone powerful was hiding her.

Unease crept in. He chain-smoked a few cigarettes, stubbed out the last one, and drove home.

The villa was dark except for a few ground lights, as if it was waiting for its owner to return.

Exhausted, Damian headed to the walk-in closet to grab

some clean clothes.

The moment he flipped the light on, he froze.

The closet where Sophia’s clothes used to hang? Empty.

The glass shoe rack? Not a single pair left.

Her jewelry boxes? Wide open. Completely bare.

. And in the center of the floor sat a neat row of elegant gift

boxes.

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Every present he’d ever given her. Gold, silver, jewels,

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Now they sat there like abandoned puppies.

His heart lurched. He bolted into the master bedroom.

The wedding photo that used to hang on the wall-gone.

Dread washed over him.

He stumbled into the study. Sure enough, an express envelope sat on the desk.

Damian’s hands trembled as he tore it open.

DIVORCE AGREEMENT.

Bold, black letters punched him in the face. The document slipped from his fingers.

So this time, she really meant it.

She was leaving. Clean break. She didn’t even want his gifts.

He raced downstairs and shook the sleepy butler awake, demanding answers.

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“A few days ago, Dorothy did come by.” the butler

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“Where did they go?” Damian’s voice came out hoarse.

“I don’t know.” The butler shook his head helplessly.

His last thread of hope snapped.

Damian waved him off. Alone in the empty living room, the silence suffocated him.

All the rage and frustration he’d bottled up these past days exploded.

He slammed his fist into the cold wall. The dull crack

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