Unexpected Inheritance

Chapter 2

David had never been one to drink. He didn’t see the point. He had always preferred the quiet, simple life with Lara. But tonight, everything was different. The crushing weight of betrayal was too much to bear, and he needed an escape, something to numb the ache that threatened to consume him.

He walked into the dimly lit bar, his steps unsteady as if his body was as unfamiliar with this world as his mind. The loud music throbbed in his ears, and the air was thick with the smell of alcohol and sweat. People were laughing, dancing, and losing themselves in the chaos, but David felt out of place. He had always kept his distance from places like this.

Tonight, though, nothing made sense.

He sat at the bar, ordering a drink without thinking twice. The burn of alcohol on his throat did little to dull the anger coursing through his veins. He drank quickly, one glass after another, trying to forget. But the more he drank, the more the image of Lara and that man, Alex, filled his mind. Their laughter, their touch, it was all so fresh, so raw.

It was then that he saw them.

He had hoped, prayed even, that he could forget about them for at least tonight, but there they were. In the same bar.

Lara was dressed in a tight black dress, her hair flowing down her back as she laughed in the arms of Alex, the man who had stolen her from him. She was dancing, her body moving in a way that David had never seen before, so full of confidence and energy. The woman who had once stayed in with him, the woman who had always claimed to be too tired for anything like this, was now the center of attention, wrapped around another man.

She had never even danced with him before!

David's heart tightened. He stared at them, the anger building in his chest, hot and suffocating.

She had never come to a bar with him. She had always told him she didn’t like places like this. But now? Now she was dancing like she was someone else, like she had never known him. He could feel the bitterness rising in his throat, and the more he watched them, the more his mind spiraled out of control.

His fingers tightened around his glass, and before he knew it, he was on his feet, staggering toward them. His vision was blurry, his movements shaky, but he didn’t care.

Lara was spinning in Alex’s arms, her laughter bright in the noise of the club. It was the same laugh that used to make him smile, but now it felt like a knife twisting in his chest.

"David, what are you—" Lara’s voice caught in her throat as she turned to see him approaching, her face draining of color.

Alex, ever confident, didn’t even flinch. Instead, he grinned at David, as if the whole situation amused him. “Is something wrong, man?” His voice was low, mocking, as though David was beneath him. “Or lemme guess, you've finally changed your mind and agree to accept the check?”

That was it.

David didn’t think. He didn’t care about the consequences. He just saw red. His fist flew, connecting with Alex’s face with a sickening thud. The sound of flesh meeting bone echoed through the bar, and Alex staggered back, his nose instantly gushing blood.

Lara screamed, her voice cutting through the noise of the bar. “David! What the hell is wrong with you?!”

David’s chest heaved with the rage that burned through him. “What’s wrong with me?” he yelled back, his voice trembling with fury. “What’s wrong with me is that you’re here, with him! You left me for this man, Lara! After everything I did for you!”

Lara’s face turned red with anger, her eyes filled with disgust. She slapped him hard across the face. “You have no right to act like this, David! No, right!”

David stumbled back from the slap, his heart sinking even further. The pain in his cheek was nothing compared to the ache inside him. The wound she had just torn open even deeper.

“Lara, please,” he pleaded, his voice breaking. “You’ve never cared for me like I cared for you. You’ve never—” But his words were cut off as she turned away from him.

She rushed to Alex, who was holding his face, now furious. He wiped the blood from his lip with a handkerchief, glaring at David with a murderous look in his eyes.

“You imbecile! How dare you hit me!”

Lara knelt beside him, her fingers gently dabbing at his wound, her face full of concern. “I’m so sorry, Alex,” she said, her voice soft and soothing, a stark contrast to the harsh words she had thrown at David just moments ago.

David’s heart sank even further. He wanted to scream, to demand an explanation, but his body was frozen. This wasn’t just a betrayal of trust—it was the loss of everything he thought he knew about their relationship.

Alex stood up, wiping the last of the blood from his face, and then turned to David, his eyes cold and filled with malice. “You made a mistake, my friend,” he said, his voice low and dangerous. “A big mistake.”

David gritted his teeth, how dare this man threaten him after snatching his woman.

“I'm going to beat you more, asshole!

Before he could react, Alex snapped his fingers, and a few large men appeared from the shadows. Bouncers.

David didn’t stand a chance.

Before he could even defend himself, the bouncers grabbed him by the arms and began to drag him away. He struggled, his mind still clouded with alcohol and anger, but it was no use. 

The bouncer didn't waste any time in hitting David. They punched and kicked him, and he received the beating of a lifetime.

"Take him out of here, and make sure he is beating to a pulp!" Alex ordered.

"Let me go, I want my wife." David tried to struggle with the men, but it was futile.

They threw him out of the bar with force, the cold air hitting his face as he landed roughly on the sidewalk. They rounded him up. There were six of them. 

David tries to stand up to his feet, but then received a boot in his abdomen, he groan in pain, but they were just getting started, the bouncers continued their beating, after teaching him a valuable lesson, they left him on the ground, he was badly injured, his clothes were torn like rags, he was bleeding from his nose and mouth.

They were security men outside, but since Alex was a very influential man, no one dared to interfere. And besides David was a nobody, who gives a fuck about a broke guy?

Marcus carried himself up, his legs were too weak to carry his body, and then he staggered on his steps.

Suddenly Marcus noticed that there were many onlookers who witnessed the scenario, and instead of them to assist him, they laughed and mocked him.

"Look how dirty he is."

"Why would anyone try to go up against a billionaire like Mr.. Thompson, upon all people. "

"Maybe he has no idea who he is."

"He was lucky he wasn't killed."

"He looks like a trash, I could get almost taste his smell from this distance."

“What a loser!”

Their words kept echoing in his mind, burning in his heart.

He groaned, trying to push himself up, but his body felt heavy, his limbs sluggish from the alcohol, the injuries, and the emotional weight. He had lost everything. He had lost Lara, and now he had lost his dignity.

His eyes blurred with tears, but he wiped them away, shaking his head. This couldn’t be real. This wasn’t how his life was supposed to be.

David took a deep breath, his chest tight with emotion, and stumbled away from the bar. His mind was a whirlwind of thoughts, each one more painful than the last.

But as he walked down the empty street, he couldn’t shake the feeling that he had just lost the last piece of himself he had left.

“I hate you two! I wish you both would just die!”

He shouted as he walked on the street. People stared at him like he was crazy.

Just then, he felt a sharp pain in his head.

“Argh”

David stumbled to his feet, his head spinning. The cold night air hit his face, but it did little to sober him up. His legs wobbled beneath him as he tried to get his bearings. His mind was a fog, still swirling from the fight at the bar. His heart pounded in his chest, the anger still burning inside him.

He glanced around, trying to get a sense of where he was, but everything seemed blurry. As he took a few unsteady steps forward, something caught his eye. A black Mercedes AMG. The car was slow, almost too slow, trailing behind him as he staggered down the street.