The Victorious Emerging Son In-Law

4: Old

out the first decent-looking guest house he passed once leaving the cafe, paying $50 to crash fo

o the front desk. "A roo

Bruce's disheveled appearance

bothering to turn on the lights. He was a

ight filtered through. Bruce

m the lumpy bed. His muscles ac

As he toweled off, he caught his reflection - drawn,

ality confronting him. As much as he longed to bury his h

ained of his life from the rubble of his past. Then...he wasn't s

n the small room. He sighed loudly in the silence, the previous day's events flooding back. As tempti

e debated the best route to gather his things from the mansion swiftly and cleanly. He had to pause and leave tow

line, Blescon Group's record-shattering sale continues drawing in high roller bids. But m

across the screen of the towering Blescon headquarters...along

er some analysts argue MAY have the power to pull this off," the

ten wealth over the years, Lydia couldn't truly believe she had the capacity to acquire one of t

own through every benchmark experts set for Nicholson Enterprises over the years, rising astronomically above all projecti

he disdain dripping from Lydia's voice unmistakable t

sound charming rather than condescending. "But I anticipate very exciting updates on th

here you have it folks, stay tuned! Will Lydia snag this coveted prize away from the pac

e didn't know why he let that grandstanding bother him at all anymore. It clearly wasn't an act for the cameras either - Ly

y as a lingering fond sadness swept over him again. God he missed who sh

"office" was their cramped kitchen table. Such innocent, joyful dreams back then - a vision board with magazine clippings on the fridge

bout her insatiable lust for more...an endless quest for

sigh as he turned inward. If he was being truly honest with himself, when h

s little home video montage of their lives together rather than watching it. When her plastic smile didn't reach

desk, stealing his pen to scribble vision board ideas while playfully begging

s? When had this driven, restless stranger replaced the sweet woman who used to freely dance and laugh

dwelling on ghosts long turned to ash. Maybe someone else would have been content lingering forever in Lydia's shadow -

e facts that the Lydia he loved with every fiber of his being was no more. Just an empty palace of insatiable ambi

of if possible. What was that saying? Best revenge living well? He allowed himself a small, bittersweet smile at the thought as he headed out the door into the bustling city once