Chapter 152

LUCIAN’S POV Calling off my engagement has been the talk of the entire damn city. The news is everywhere…TV blogs, social media, group chats I didn’t even know I was in. My phone hasn't stopped vibrating since this morning. Calls, messages, emails, even reporters waiting outside my company. I didn't answer a single one. After making sure Nora had eaten dinner, brushed her teeth, and tucked in bed…I kissed her forehead, smoothed her hair like Elora always does, and waited until her breathing evened out…then I left the mansion quietly. Because if I stayed in that house another minute, I was going to lose my mind. So I drove to my bar, the only place where the memories don't suffocate me, where the noise is loud enough to drown the guilt. I've had two shots by the time the ache in my chest claws deeper instead of numbing. The pain is still fresh, sharper than it should be. Burning, throbbing, just like it did the day I signed those divorce papers. “Mr Lucian!” A voice calls from behind me