CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE
RICHARD'S POV

The shadows around me felt colder, and the festive lights from the window painted mocking streaks on the ground.

Pulling myself together, I knocked on the door, my heart a drumbeat of contained fury and betrayal. The music dipped into silence as the door swung open, revealing Amelia, her smile faltering into confusion at my grim expression.

"Richard! What a surprise! We were just—" she started, her words trailing off under my cold gaze.

"Having a party, I see. Celebrating bankruptcy or something else?" The words were out before I could coat them in any civility.

"What are you doing here, Richard?" Amelia's voice trembled slightly as she spoke.

Ignoring her question, I strode over to a side table where an array of wines and spirits were artfully displayed. I picked up a bottle of their finest red—a Château Margaux, no less—and poured myself a generous glass. The rich aroma of the wine filled my nostrils as I took a slow, deliberate sip, letting the silence stretch uncomf
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