Chapter 110
It was 6:00 pm. Donovan had finished work earlier than usual and headed straight back to his villa after a few meetings.
Recently, he had been unable to focus on his work. He had postponed all business trips and pushed aside everything except for critical meetings, key clients, and major projects.
Each day, he was either at the hospital visiting Zachary or at the office until midnight, chain-smoking or drinking himself into oblivion. Most nights, he crashed in the rest area of the office, barely returning to his private home.
He avoided his home because every time he walked through the front door, he saw traces of Giselle. Her presence lingered in every corner, with memories of their time together haunting the rooms. Some of her clothes and personal items—things she hadn't taken with her—were still there.
Seeing them created a suffocating heaviness in his chest. He felt too depressed to do anything but reach for more alcohol, desperate to numb the pain.
When he returned to the em

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