Chapter 89:Haunted by Shadows

Richard sat slumped at the bar, a nearly empty glass of whiskey clutched in his hand, his eyes bloodshot and unfocused. The dim lighting of the bar barely illuminated his haggard face, the lines of anger and frustration etched deep into his features. His mind was a chaotic swirl of bitter thoughts, regrets, and envy, all centered on the one name that haunted him more than any other. “Rot in hell, Jayden,” he muttered under his breath, his voice thick with alcohol. He took another swig of whiskey, the burning liquid doing little to ease the gnawing resentment that festered within him. “And take your son with you. The company… the house… everything belongs to me!” His voice rose with each word, until he was practically shouting. Heads turned in the bar, eyes filled with a mix of curiosity and disdain. But Richard didn’t care. He was beyond caring what anyone thought of him. All that mattered was the anger boiling inside him, the fury that had been growing ever since Jayden had stolen e