Chapter 155

The car ride home took hours for Davin. The city lights blurred by, each flash a reminder of the stakes he had just navigated.

He replayed the debate in his mind, dissecting his words and actions, each moment for signs of weakness. Yet, despite the applause, a familiar tension settled in his stomach. Would Helen see the progress he believed he had made?

As the sleek vehicle pulled into the driveway of their sprawling estate, Davin took a moment to gather himself.

The house loomed before him, a relegation to their success, yet it felt more like a fortress of expectations. He stepped out, adjusting his tie for the last time that evening, and walked up the stone path, each step heavy with anticipation.

Inside, the air was scented with a hint of lavender, a fragrance Helen loved. The soft glow of candlelight flickered from the dining room, where a beautifully set table awaited. But the warmth of the scene contrasted sharply with the chill in his heart. He knew Helen had watched the debate