Her Divorce, His Downfall (Sophia and Damian) novel Chapter 99

Chapter 99

Damian couldn’t have cared less about any of them. He didn’t even have the patience to deal with their theatrics.

Even when Michael and Catherine came to persuade him to hold a funeral, he refused.

He locked himself away, refusing to see anyone.

That night of the fire kept replaying in his mind.

How cruel he had been-dangling her in the air, threatening her with everything he had, all to get Isabelle’s whereabouts.

Later, when he learned it was Blake who had kidnapped Isabelle, he had dragged her to the factory, swapped her for Isabelle, and left her alone in that burning building.

He would never forget the look in her eyes that night-pale, hollow, numb, absolute despair.

That single night had begun his endless insomnia.

Her final, heart-wrenching words echoed in his mind over and

over-

“Damian… I’m paying back what I owe you today. Hope you get What you want…”

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Not only had he misunderstood her, but he had also said things that broke her heart.

He had been unbearably cruel, dangling her in the air despite knowing her fear of heights. And in the end… he hadn’t chosen

her. He had left her to die in the fire.

He regretted it. Completely. Truly.

When his world had collapsed, when he had wanted to apologize, to make things right… she was already gone. No. warning. No chance. Just him, left alone with unbearable grief.

His chest tightened, pain spreading through him like ice.

The room was completely empty, void of any trace of Sophia. The only thing left was a wedding photo she hadn’t destroyed, gathering dust in the corner.

Damian picked it up, slowly brushing off the dust, and stared at it. In the photo, they were locked in an embrace. She gazed at him with so much love in her eyes.

His fingers trembled as they traced the outline of her face in the picture. And then… his emotions finally cracked. Tears began to fall, landing softly on the photo.

A wave of nausea washed over him, his stomach twisting in

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agony. Something inside him felt like it was being ripped apart, decaying, rotting-crawling up his throat. He gagged, his body trembling uncontrollably.

For the first time, he truly understood the crushing, absolute despair Sophia must have felt in her final moments.

What he had lost was irreversible. It was buried deep within him -etched into his bones-impossible to fix.

Everything about her… every memory, every touch… it felt like a thousand knives stabbing into him. Just thinking about it made him wish he could disappear.

In the past few months, by day, he had become the meticulous, unyielding CEO of the company-commanding everything with cold precision.

He had turned into a perfectly efficient machine, indifferent to people and business alike, pushing his subordinates to their limits.

Under his ruthless leadership, Veridian Group thrived, its influence over New York growing immensely.

But at night… he drank.

Night after night, he drank to numb the pain, to forget.

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The Hall family heir who had once struck fear into New York’s business world had now become, in the dead of night, a soulless, caged beast.

He was withering away before everyone’s eyes-growing thinner, more haggard with each passing day.

After being turned down multiple times, Isabelle could no longer sit idle.

She called in his friends-Weston, Lucas, and the others- hoping they could talk some sense into him.

They kept pushing, calling him over and over, until, finally, he gave in and accepted their invitation to Platinum Palace.

The VIP room was dimly lit, shadows sharp against the harsh lines of Damian’s face.

Lucas frowned as soon as he saw him.

It hadn’t been long, but Damian looked like someone had drained the life out of him.

Dark circles weighed heavily under his eyes. His frame was thinner, no longer the imposing figure it once was.

“Damian,” Lucas said, pouring him a glass of whiskey and sliding it over.

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He lowered his voice. “Stop overthinking. Focus on what’s right in front of you. Drink today’s wine, and let tomorrow worry about itself.”

Damian didn’t respond. He lifted the glass and downed it in one

His Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed, drinking not like it was alcohol, but like it was a blade cutting its way down his

throat.

Weston raised an eyebrow and shot Lucas a pointed look.

Ever since Sophia had died, he knew Damian had been drowning himself in alcohol every single day.

Yet Lucas still encouraged him to drink more. It was as if they weren’t even considering his health. \

Weston’s expression shifted, his brows furrowing.

“Damian, I really hate seeing you like this. You need to pull yourself together.

“You still have family. You have friends. If you’re feeling down, call us. We’ll set something up. Whatever you need, we’ve got your back.”

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A few other friends added their voices, offering cautious

comfort.

But Damian only grew quieter, colder. His presence now radiated a force that warned everyone to keep their distance.

One cold glare swept across the room, and every voice fell silent. No one dared speak a word.

What they didn’t know was that behind the unbreakable facade, he was already shattered inside.

Damian drank glass after glass, his thoughts spiraling back to Sophia.

By the time he poured another, his head was starting to spin, but he was still lucid enough to keep up appearances.

Everyone here ran in the same circles. They’d see each other again. These were his friends, after all. He couldn’t let his own problems kill the mood.

In business, appearances mattered. Relationships mattered.

Not long ago, he had torn through New York City like a

madman, looking for Sophia. He had even called in favors from Weston and Lucas’s families. He’d never properly thanked them

for it.

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Damian straightened his back, forcing himself to pull it together.

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