David stepped into his home, his footsteps heavy as the weight of the world seemed to settle onto his shoulders. The house that had once been filled with the promise of a happy future now felt cold, empty, and foreign. He could hear the clinking of glass before he even fully entered the living room.
Sitting there, casually sipping from a glass of wine, was his wife. Her posture was poised, her face unreadable as she glanced up at him. There was no warmth, no apology in her eyes. Just the same indifferent look she had given him countless times before.
On the table beside her was a large, brown envelope, almost too conspicuous, its presence demanding attention.
David didn’t even acknowledge her. He didn’t have the strength to engage, not right now. His body ached from the events of the day, the emotional weight of the betrayal, the humiliating confrontation. He just needed a shower, a moment to clear his head.
As he began to move toward the stairs, his wife’s voice sliced through the silence.
“Where do you think you’re going?” she asked, her tone sharp, her voice carrying a venomous edge.
David didn’t answer. He simply tried to sidestep her, but she stood up abruptly and blocked his path, her gaze cold and calculating.
“I’m not done with you yet,” she continued, her words dripping with disdain. “You think you can just ignore me after everything? After everything you’ve done?”
David’s fists clenched at his sides. He fought back the impulse to strike out, to let his anger take over, but he knew better. He couldn’t give in to the rage. Not now. Not like this.
She took a step closer, her voice growing louder with each word. “You’ve got nothing left. No job, no money, no future. The factory you worked at let you go because you’re nothing but a failure.” She smirked, watching his face for any sign of weakness. “I should’ve seen this coming. A pathetic factory worker like you. Do you think I’m going to keep putting up with your uselessness?”
David stood still. Every word she threw at him, a barb lodged deep in his chest. He wanted to scream, to shout, to make her understand the pain she was causing, but he couldn’t. His pride, his dignity, was all he had left.
"You've come to insult me more, haven't you?" He asked.
"Well, actually, David, you will always be insulted until the day you decide to become rich, like other men. Like Alex. Money is the key David, and until you get that, no one will ever love you or respect you, " Lara said, adding salt to his wounds.
David still couldn't believe this was his wife, he stood there listening, as she kept on insulting him, calling him names, every seconds that passes he hated her more, and he was just controlling himself not to hit a woman.
"Just go away, Hannah," Marcus said.
"Well, there's another reason why I came."
“Just say it,” David said with no interest.
she sneered, crossing her arms. “Just sign the damn papers and get out of my life. You’re not even worth the space you take up in this house.”
David’s heart twisted at her words, but he held his ground. He couldn’t look at her. He couldn’t bear to see the person she had become. The woman he had loved, the one he had sacrificed everything for, was now the source of his torment.
“Are you serious?” he asked quietly, his voice rough with emotion. “You really want a divorce?”
She nodded, her expression unchanging. “I don’t need you anymore. I’m done. And I’m sure as hell not going to stay married to a man who’s a failure.”
David closed his eyes, his chest tightening as he processed the bitter truth. She had already made up her mind. There was no more fighting, no more reasoning. He had nothing to offer her anymore. He was a liability, a burden she no longer wanted to carry.
He couldn’t bring himself to say the words she wanted to hear, couldn’t bring himself to sign the divorce papers. He didn’t want to let go of the last shred of hope he had—hope that somewhere deep down, she still cared. But the way she stood there, so sure of herself, made him realize that he was fooling himself.
"Get out of my house, Lara. You're out of your mind."
"And that's another thing, this house is not yours."
She had packed his things into a box, the clothes he had once worn with pride now tossed haphazardly inside. She shoved the box toward him, the final blow delivered in silence.
“Get out of my house,” she said, her voice barely more than a whisper, but the cruelty in her tone hit him like a physical blow.
"What? Your house?"
"Yes! Is it on my name? Remember? Or do you want me to invite the lawyer?"
David clenched his fist. He remembered —he had bought this house in her name. Thinking they would be together forever. Thinking she loved him, but now he realized. He was just a fool, a simp.
David didn’t respond. He didn’t know what to say. What was left to say?
He glanced at the envelope on the table—her way of forcing him out, an ultimatum he couldn’t escape. His fingers brushed the edge of the envelope, and for a moment, he considered opening it, but the thought of what might be inside was too painful. Whatever it was, it didn’t matter anymore.
“I can’t stay here,” he said, his voice hollow. “I’ll leave.”
His mind raced as he gathered what little he had left—his clothes, his dignity, and the faint remnants of the life they had shared. He didn’t have a plan. He didn’t know where to go. But there was no point in fighting anymore.
He didn’t even look back as he walked out the door, closing it softly behind him.
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The night air hit him like a slap in the face as he stepped onto the sidewalk. His phone was silent. No messages, no calls—just the eerie quiet of his own thoughts.David didn’t know where he was going, but he couldn’t stand the thought of being alone in that house any longer. He had nowhere to turn.
He took a deep breath, trying to steady himself, but the weight of the situation was too much. He pulled out his phone and made a call.
It was a number he hadn’t expected to use, but in this moment, he had no other choice. His father’s butler, Arthur. He had told David to call him if he needed anything.
“David?” The voice on the other end asked. “Are you okay?”
“I don’t know,” David replied, his voice low. “I need somewhere to stay for the night. I have nowhere else to go.”
“Don’t worry,” the author said, his tone reassuring. “I’ll make a call. Head to the Whitecrest Hotel. They’ll take care of you. It’s on me.”
David didn’t argue. He knew the Arthur’s connections ran deep, and he wasn’t about to turn down the offer. “Thanks,” he muttered before hanging up.
David woke up the next morning in the hotel room, his mind still racing from everything that had happened the night before. Before he could even settle into his thoughts, a knock at the door interrupted him. It was Arthur's driver, Kelvin, waiting to take him somewhere.“Good morning, young master.”“Who are you?” David asked.“I'm Kelvin, master Arthur's personal driver. I was sent to take you to the mansion.”David raised an eyebrow. "Why not just have me come directly to you?"Kelvin gave a polite smile. "We need to be careful. Too many eyes are on you now. This isn't the time to be seen in public, so Arthur arranged a private meeting. Trust me, it's for your safety."David nodded, though skepticism lingered in his mind. He had little choice but to follow the driver, as everything about this new world seemed beyond his grasp. The driver said nothing further as they left the hotel, the air around them thick with tension.The car drove for what felt like three hours, the quiet broken
Arthur looked at David, his expression gentle but serious. “I’ll arrange it, but we have to be careful. Things are... different now.”David could sense the underlying concern. It was just a visit to his mother’s grave, yet it carried a weight he hadn’t anticipated. His identity, the family fortune—everything he’d recently learned about his inheritance made even simple acts seem dangerous now.Several days later, under cover of night, Arthur drove David out to the cemetery. The quiet was almost oppressive, the only sound the gravel crunching beneath their feet as they moved through rows of graves. Standing in front of his mother’s grave now felt surreal. For a long time, he just stared at the headstone, unable to speak. The stone was cold and unyielding, a stark contrast to the warmth of his memories—distant yet vivid flashes of her smile, her comforting words, and her gentle touch. His chest tightened, an ache that grew deeper as the reality of his new life clashed with the innocence
Back at the mansion, Arthur gave David a reassuring nod. “Get some rest, David. Kelvin will show you to your room.”David nodded, feeling exhaustion settling in as Kelvin gestured for him to follow. They walked through the opulent hallways, eventually stopping in front of an elevator. Kelvin swiped his security card, and the doors slid open with a quiet hum. They ascended for nearly twenty minutes, passing various floors filled with luxuries David had only ever heard about.Finally, the elevator stopped, and Kelvin led him down a quieter corridor, lined with ornate light fixtures casting a warm glow. When they reached David's room, Kelvin unlocked the door and held it open. “This is your room, sir.”David walked in slowly, taking in the sight before him. The room was enormous, unlike anything he had ever imagined for himself. A massive king-sized bed stood in the center, covered in plush, soft bedding. A wardrobe with glass doors gleamed in one corner, reflecting the room's sparklin
David spent countless days studying his family’s business empire, piecing together every detail he could find. His father had built something extraordinary—a network of companies, assets, and ventures that spanned industries. But now, instead of flourishing as it once had, much of it was divided, fractured, and under his uncle’s control. Each document David reviewed revealed another piece of the empire that had been stripped away by his uncle's greedy hands. Anger simmered in him as he thought about everything his parents had built and how ruthlessly it had been taken from them.He leaned back in his chair, the stacks of files spread out across the desk, and clenched his jaw. His uncle wasn’t just a thief; he was a traitor to the family. David swore silently, vowing to make him pay for every bit of it. The thought of reclaiming his father’s legacy fueled him, pushing him to dig even deeper to understand every aspect of the empire.While going through records from a smaller branch, t
David had always considered himself lucky. His life wasn't glamorous, but he had something money couldn’t buy—his wife, Lara. She was everything to him. Beautiful, charismatic, the kind of woman who lit up a room just by walking in. And despite their differences in social status—her family being wealthy and influential—she had chosen him. That was all that mattered.They had married secretly, away from the prying eyes of her family who couldn’t care less about David. They thought he was just a factory worker with no prospects. But Lara had never cared for their opinions. To her, David was the man she loved, the man who treated her like she was worth everything.Their little house was their sanctuary. David worked long hours, sometimes 20 hours a day, making sure everything ran smoothly. He couldn’t afford luxuries, but he never let it show. He kept up appearances, made sure their friends and neighbors never saw them as anything less than a happy couple. After all, if his wife loved hi
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
David frowned. Was he imagining it? His senses were hazy from the alcohol, but the car’s headlights were unmistakable. It was following him. He quickened his pace, his feet stumbling beneath him. The car mirrored his movements, staying just a few yards behind.His heart raced. He could feel the panic creeping in. He wanted to run, to get away, but his legs refused to cooperate. His body was too drunk, too exhausted to fight it. Sweat beaded on his forehead, and his mind screamed at him to move faster, but his body wasn’t listening.The car didn’t stop. It kept its distance, but it was still there, watching him.“Damn it,” he muttered under his breath, his voice slurred. He looked back again. The car was still there, headlights blinding him in the dark.But then, everything went black.---When David came to life, the steady beep of a heart monitor was the first thing he heard. The sound was rhythmic, almost comforting. He opened his eyes slowly, the blurriness fading away as his visio
Arthur sighed, leaning back in his chair, his fingers tapping the cane he still held. “You and your family were in an accident years ago. Your memory was damaged in the crash, and since then, you’ve been living without the knowledge of who you truly are. You’ve been surviving on what little you could remember, but your real life is much different from what you think.”David stared at him, struggling to process the words. An accident? His mind felt fragmented. The more he thought about it, the harder it was to focus. A vague image surfaced in his mind—a crash, an explosion, flashes of faces he couldn’t place.“My parents... what happened to them?” David asked, his voice quieter now.Arthur’s expression grew grim. “Your father is still in a coma. He’s been unconscious since the accident. As for your mother... she didn’t survive. I’m sorry, Roland.”David’s heart sank, the weight of the revelation pressing down on him. His mother... dead? He hadn’t known. He could barely remember her fac
David spent countless days studying his family’s business empire, piecing together every detail he could find. His father had built something extraordinary—a network of companies, assets, and ventures that spanned industries. But now, instead of flourishing as it once had, much of it was divided, fractured, and under his uncle’s control. Each document David reviewed revealed another piece of the empire that had been stripped away by his uncle's greedy hands. Anger simmered in him as he thought about everything his parents had built and how ruthlessly it had been taken from them.He leaned back in his chair, the stacks of files spread out across the desk, and clenched his jaw. His uncle wasn’t just a thief; he was a traitor to the family. David swore silently, vowing to make him pay for every bit of it. The thought of reclaiming his father’s legacy fueled him, pushing him to dig even deeper to understand every aspect of the empire.While going through records from a smaller branch, t
Back at the mansion, Arthur gave David a reassuring nod. “Get some rest, David. Kelvin will show you to your room.”David nodded, feeling exhaustion settling in as Kelvin gestured for him to follow. They walked through the opulent hallways, eventually stopping in front of an elevator. Kelvin swiped his security card, and the doors slid open with a quiet hum. They ascended for nearly twenty minutes, passing various floors filled with luxuries David had only ever heard about.Finally, the elevator stopped, and Kelvin led him down a quieter corridor, lined with ornate light fixtures casting a warm glow. When they reached David's room, Kelvin unlocked the door and held it open. “This is your room, sir.”David walked in slowly, taking in the sight before him. The room was enormous, unlike anything he had ever imagined for himself. A massive king-sized bed stood in the center, covered in plush, soft bedding. A wardrobe with glass doors gleamed in one corner, reflecting the room's sparklin
Arthur looked at David, his expression gentle but serious. “I’ll arrange it, but we have to be careful. Things are... different now.”David could sense the underlying concern. It was just a visit to his mother’s grave, yet it carried a weight he hadn’t anticipated. His identity, the family fortune—everything he’d recently learned about his inheritance made even simple acts seem dangerous now.Several days later, under cover of night, Arthur drove David out to the cemetery. The quiet was almost oppressive, the only sound the gravel crunching beneath their feet as they moved through rows of graves. Standing in front of his mother’s grave now felt surreal. For a long time, he just stared at the headstone, unable to speak. The stone was cold and unyielding, a stark contrast to the warmth of his memories—distant yet vivid flashes of her smile, her comforting words, and her gentle touch. His chest tightened, an ache that grew deeper as the reality of his new life clashed with the innocence
David woke up the next morning in the hotel room, his mind still racing from everything that had happened the night before. Before he could even settle into his thoughts, a knock at the door interrupted him. It was Arthur's driver, Kelvin, waiting to take him somewhere.“Good morning, young master.”“Who are you?” David asked.“I'm Kelvin, master Arthur's personal driver. I was sent to take you to the mansion.”David raised an eyebrow. "Why not just have me come directly to you?"Kelvin gave a polite smile. "We need to be careful. Too many eyes are on you now. This isn't the time to be seen in public, so Arthur arranged a private meeting. Trust me, it's for your safety."David nodded, though skepticism lingered in his mind. He had little choice but to follow the driver, as everything about this new world seemed beyond his grasp. The driver said nothing further as they left the hotel, the air around them thick with tension.The car drove for what felt like three hours, the quiet broken
David stepped into his home, his footsteps heavy as the weight of the world seemed to settle onto his shoulders. The house that had once been filled with the promise of a happy future now felt cold, empty, and foreign. He could hear the clinking of glass before he even fully entered the living room.Sitting there, casually sipping from a glass of wine, was his wife. Her posture was poised, her face unreadable as she glanced up at him. There was no warmth, no apology in her eyes. Just the same indifferent look she had given him countless times before.On the table beside her was a large, brown envelope, almost too conspicuous, its presence demanding attention.David didn’t even acknowledge her. He didn’t have the strength to engage, not right now. His body ached from the events of the day, the emotional weight of the betrayal, the humiliating confrontation. He just needed a shower, a moment to clear his head.As he began to move toward the stairs, his wife’s voice sliced through the si
Arthur sighed, leaning back in his chair, his fingers tapping the cane he still held. “You and your family were in an accident years ago. Your memory was damaged in the crash, and since then, you’ve been living without the knowledge of who you truly are. You’ve been surviving on what little you could remember, but your real life is much different from what you think.”David stared at him, struggling to process the words. An accident? His mind felt fragmented. The more he thought about it, the harder it was to focus. A vague image surfaced in his mind—a crash, an explosion, flashes of faces he couldn’t place.“My parents... what happened to them?” David asked, his voice quieter now.Arthur’s expression grew grim. “Your father is still in a coma. He’s been unconscious since the accident. As for your mother... she didn’t survive. I’m sorry, Roland.”David’s heart sank, the weight of the revelation pressing down on him. His mother... dead? He hadn’t known. He could barely remember her fac
David frowned. Was he imagining it? His senses were hazy from the alcohol, but the car’s headlights were unmistakable. It was following him. He quickened his pace, his feet stumbling beneath him. The car mirrored his movements, staying just a few yards behind.His heart raced. He could feel the panic creeping in. He wanted to run, to get away, but his legs refused to cooperate. His body was too drunk, too exhausted to fight it. Sweat beaded on his forehead, and his mind screamed at him to move faster, but his body wasn’t listening.The car didn’t stop. It kept its distance, but it was still there, watching him.“Damn it,” he muttered under his breath, his voice slurred. He looked back again. The car was still there, headlights blinding him in the dark.But then, everything went black.---When David came to life, the steady beep of a heart monitor was the first thing he heard. The sound was rhythmic, almost comforting. He opened his eyes slowly, the blurriness fading away as his visio
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
David had always considered himself lucky. His life wasn't glamorous, but he had something money couldn’t buy—his wife, Lara. She was everything to him. Beautiful, charismatic, the kind of woman who lit up a room just by walking in. And despite their differences in social status—her family being wealthy and influential—she had chosen him. That was all that mattered.They had married secretly, away from the prying eyes of her family who couldn’t care less about David. They thought he was just a factory worker with no prospects. But Lara had never cared for their opinions. To her, David was the man she loved, the man who treated her like she was worth everything.Their little house was their sanctuary. David worked long hours, sometimes 20 hours a day, making sure everything ran smoothly. He couldn’t afford luxuries, but he never let it show. He kept up appearances, made sure their friends and neighbors never saw them as anything less than a happy couple. After all, if his wife loved hi