Chapter 210

The next morning, Dominic walked into the office and nearly jumped out of his skin. The man usually dressed to the nines was now slumped over his desk, looking like he hadn't slept in days. His stubble had grown out, and his eyes were locked on a shattered phone screen. Everything about him screamed one word—wrecked. There was a bloody scratch on his palm, right over an old scar, dried blood crusted along the edge, making it look even worse. Dominic stared for a second, caught off guard. This wasn't the usual Nelson Cooper slouched in his chair sipping coffee like life was all good. He stepped closer and rapped on the desk. "Nelson, you alright?" No reply. Nelson's eyes didn't even twitch, still glued to the busted-up phone in front of him. Dominic scratched his head, unsure what to say. He studied his friend for a beat, then said carefully, "Hey man, try not to let yesterday eat you up too much. You know what Serena's like. Didn't you once say marrying her was just paying back a debt