Her Divorce, His Downfall (Sophia and Damian) novel Chapter 52

Chapter 52

Her body trembled slightly, her voice thick with tears yet showing extraordinary courage:

“Please! Don’t hurt my sister! Whatever this is about, come after me instead.”

This scene unfolded perfectly before Damian as he pushed through the door.

What he saw was Isabelle selflessly throwing herself forward, using her own body to shield Sophia. Though she was shaking with terror, she still bravely stood in front.

And Sophia remained safely hidden behind her.

Damian’s eyes widened sharply. Without thinking, he moved to stop this deranged man.

Isabelle’s heroic intervention and Damian’s sudden movement only further agitated the attacker. His bloodshot eyes locked onto Isabelle, grotesque sounds escaping his throat as he raised the knife and lunged viciously toward her heart.

“Isabelle!” Damian roared, his vision going red as all rational thought evaporated.

He sprinted forward and yanked Isabelle away with tremendous

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force, then pulled her tightly into his arms, his back turned toward the attacker.

With Isabelle safely protected in his embrace, feeling her trembling, Damian’s racing heart finally began to settle.

But then something struck him, and he jerked his head up.

There, at the spot where Isabelle had been “protecting” Sophia, she lay fallen on the floor, blood streaming from her arm.

The man she had pushed with all her strength was sprawled on the ground, still gasping for air, not yet recovered.

Damian’s heart sank as his gaze collided with Sophia’s eyes.

Sophia looked at him holding Isabelle tightly while she sobbed

in his arms.

The last shred of hope-that maybe he would protect her, that maybe he still cared-shattered.

In that moment, she let go. She was done.

Tears fell without warning from her eyes, streaming down her pale face, though her expression remained blank.

Her lips twisted into something like a smile before she laughed-

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She seemed empty, like all the life had drained out of her.

“Sophia…” Damian’s voice came out hoarse, his heart feeling as though someone had crushed it in their fist, stopping its beat entirely.

Instinctively, he wanted to release Isabelle and rush to pull Sophia from danger, to shield her behind him.

“Damian! Don’t go over there-it’s dangerous!”

Isabelle clung to his waist like someone in extreme shock, crying and shouting, refusing to let him go.

During this struggle, the man who had missed with both knife strikes had already gotten back on his feet, turning all his rage toward the weakened Sophia on the floor.

“Crazy witch, go to hell!”

He let out a savage cry, raising the sharp knife once more, driving it viciously toward Sophia’s chest.

Damian’s blood ran cold, his mouth opening but no sound emerging as he watched helplessly as the blade drew closer to her heart.

At this critical moment-

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Crack! An empty water bottle shot through the air from the doorway, striking the man’s knife-wielding wrist with perfect

accuracy.

Clang! The knife flew from his hand, hitting the floor with a

harsh clatter.

Immediately after, a figure flashed into the room like lightning.

He wore a black baseball cap and a mask covering most of his face, revealing only a pair of sharp eyes.

He kicked the fallen knife under the bed, then tore strips from

the bedsheet.

In a fluid motion, he spun around and with several efficient moves, used the torn sheet to bind the still-struggling man’s hands behind his back.

Dragging the man-who was still thrashing and shouting-to the door, he called out to a young, flashily dressed guy in the hallway:

“Tony, take him to security immediately. He attacked someone with a knife-that’s not something they can just ignore. Make sure they deal with this.”

After giving his instructions, he immediately turned and

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approached Sophia, who was frozen in place, then crouched down.

He reached out, gently supporting her fragile frame, his voice magnetic yet tender. “Are you alright?”

Sophia hadn’t yet recovered from the shock. Her long lashes trembled as large tears fell silently, her lips moving but unable to form a single word.

“Let go of her.”

A cold voice cut through the air, heavy with possessive intent.

Damian had somehow released Isabelle and now stood several steps away, his gaze fixed intensely on the young man’s hand supporting Sophia.

The young man paid no attention to Damian, instead lowering his head and leaning closer, asking gently. “Do you know him?”

Sophia finally moved.

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