I Am Rich Again

Chapter 11

"I should be dead by now," John thought to himself as he stared at the ceiling, his hands clasped tightly together. Dark shadows danced across the room, casting an eerie glow.

He reminisced about his life thus far. Dinner with Miss B was just over, and he had retreated to his room, with Miss B insisting they postpone any conversation about Stephanie for the night, citing John's need for rest after the tumult of accusations and insults hurled at him in the boutique.

Though John longed to discuss it, he couldn't bring himself to pressure Miss B. Despite being young, her determination rivaled that of a lion's.

Yet sleep eluded John as memories flooded his mind. Each attempt to push them aside only brought forth more vivid recollections, like Jeffrey's callous remark on how he fucked his ex wife on their supposed one year anniversary , a cruel reminder of the betrayal that had festered long before. Was it solely about money? Had she ever truly loved him?

Tears welled in his eyes as the hu