Confrontation

Ansel’s whistle grew louder as he approached the gleaming Bugatti Veyron, its metallic body reflecting the sun’s rays like a million tiny diamonds.

The car’s lustrous surface, aggressive lines and powerful presence commanded respect and admiration, drawing eyes from all around.

Ansel casually threw the small bag in his hand, not caring much about it. As he walked, he silently chuckled to himself, like a guy who didn’t have a care in the world.

The look on their faces was something he would never forget.

Who could have thought that the Arlington's would one day get on their knees?

Those were the people that always pressured Clara to divorce him.

Calling him a useless and a good-for-nothing son-in-law.

Even though he had tried to please them in the past, they made their hatred for him obvious and didn't bother to hide it.

It was one of the reasons why he and Clara decided to move into their own apartments.

Life was going great at first, but not until she changed and became a different