Her Divorce, His Downfall (Sophia and Damian) novel Chapter 64

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Chapter 64

He stood by the hospital bed, looming over her. His expression was thunderous, his grip on her wrist so tight his knuckles had turned white.

How did he get here?

Before Sophia could even ask, his voice cut through the silence— cold as winter steel, barely restraining volcanic fury.

“Where is Isabelle?”

Still groggy from interrupted sleep, Sophia couldn’t process what was happening.

She instinctively struggled against his grip, confusion written. across her face. “I don’t know! If you’re looking for her, why don’t you just call her yourself?”

Her resistance only fueled his anger. His grip tightened, the pressure sending sharp pain through her bones.

“Sophia.” Damian’s stare bore into her like he could see straight through to her soul. “Can you stop this game? You will always be my wife. But you shouldn’t have touched Isabelle.”

The baseless accusation and blatant favoritism hit her like a

physical blow. Hurt and rage crashed over her in waves.

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“Let go of me. You’re hurting me.” She yanked at her wrist, tears springing to her eyes from the pain.

“Then hurt.”

Damian watched the tears gather at the corners of her eyes, something twisting in his chest-but he quickly buried it.

He forced down that flicker of weakness, his voice turning even colder. “Just tell me where Isabelle is. If something happens to her, I’ll never have peace for the rest of my life.”

Never have peace?

Sophia suddenly stopped struggling entirely.

Thanks to him, she’d endured days of online harassment, cursed by millions of strangers. She’d nearly died under a madman’s blade-had he lost even a moment’s sleep over that?

Her husband. He’d ignored her completely, and now he was breaking into her hospital room in the middle of the night. His first words? Demanding to know where another woman was.

How perfectly ironic.

“Damian.” Sophia’s voice went cold and hoarse. “When you married me all those years ago-was it just to trap me? To keep

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me away from Connor so Isabelle could have him without any competition?”

Damian’s entire body went rigid.

He hadn’t expected her to ask that. Even less had he expected her to remember.

It was something from that night at the Platinum Club, when he’d been hanging out with his old friends. Because of that pendant Isabelle wore, he’d been more protective of her, which had earned him endless teasing about “keeping the wife at home while playing around outside.”

Annoyed by their jokes but unwilling to explain the real reason, he’d thrown out a casual excuse: he’d married Sophia to cut off any possibility between her and Connor, clearing the path for Isabelle’s marriage.

It had been nothing more than a throwaway comment to shut up his friends. He’d forgotten about it entirely.

But she had heard it. And she’d carried those words with her all

this time, until this moment-when she asked him with a voice full of heartbreak.

Time seemed to freeze.

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breathing.

Damian stared at her pale face, something lodged in his throat like a stone.

Should he explain? Deny it? Or admit to that careless, meaningless lie?

He fell silent for a moment.

But silence was admission.

It cut deeper than any words could.

Like ice in the dead of winter, it froze the blood in Sophia’s veins and crushed the last fragile hope she’d been harboring.

The marriage she’d thought was respectable had been born from such calculated manipulation.

Sophia suddenly felt that even tears would be wasted.

So that heroic moment years ago, when he’d taken a bullet for her—that had just been him playing his part in an elaborate scheme.

All to earn her trust. To make her believe that the spoiled brat who’d tormented her since childhood had truly changed, that he’d fallen deeply in love with her.

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After their wedding, she’d felt so grateful, so blessed.

She’d thought he’d changed for her become mature, stable, gentle, and caring.

The gifts that never failed to arrive on holidays. The way he’d sometimes take a detour to pick her up from work when he was in a good mood. The intimate nights that made her heart race.

But every single gesture that had slowly lowered her defenses had been nothing more than bars on a cage. A marriage designed to lock her away so his precious Isabelle could have a clear path to her own happily ever after.

“Isabelle and I-it’s not what you think.” Damian’s voice interrupted her painful revelations.

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