On the Ruins of His Regret I Soar novel Chapter 61

After Jeremy Carter left, Lance shoved Catherine away and stumbled out of the café, looking like a man whose world had just ended.

Catherine hurried after him.

He turned abruptly and disappeared into a dimly lit bar. A flicker of triumph lit up Catherine’s eyes before she followed him inside.

Lance had never set foot in a place like this. The moment he walked in, the thick, cloying smell of stale alcohol and cigarette smoke clung to him like a shroud. A few of the high-top stools at the bar were empty, and he chose one in the darkest corner, slumping onto it.

The bartender, a young man with a buzz cut, took one look at the well-dressed man drowning in his own misery and knew exactly what was wrong. It was always about a woman. He slid a menu across the counter.

Lance didn’t even glance at it. “The strongest thing you’ve got.”

A glass of amber liquid appeared in front of him. He downed it in one go, the liquor burning a fiery path down his throat. He kept drinking, one glass after another, losing count until his stomach finally rebelled, churning violently. He staggered toward the restroom.

Catherine, who had been watching him from a discreet distance, immediately ran in after him. She grabbed his arm, her voice dripping with concern. “Why are you doing this to yourself? It’s all in the past, Lance. Are you determined to torture yourself forever? Please, just try to let it go. Back then… Jessica probably felt like she had no other choice!”

Hunched over the toilet, a complete wreck, Lance laughed bitterly. “No other choice?”

All she had to do was call him, beg for a shred of forgiveness, and he would have gotten her out of that psychiatric hospital. Why did she have to resort to something like that? Was it all just to get back at him?

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