Chapter 182: Denis’s guilt
Denis sat slouched over the bar, sleeves rolled up, and his third glass of scotch barely touched. His eyes were red, not from the alcohol, but from pain and regret.
Roger sat quietly beside him, sipping his beer, watching Denis spin the glass slowly between his fingers. He had seen everything unfold at the party, and it had left him stunned.
For years, he had believed Denis and Tania were meant to be, the perfect match since their school days. Never in his wildest thoughts had he imagined Tania could be so heartless and cunning, deceiving Denis and toying with his feelings from the very start.
Seeing the anguish in his friend’s eyes, Roger couldn’t keep quiet any longer. "You need to let her go, man. There are plenty of women out there who’d genuinely care for you. Don’t waste another second thinking about her. Try to look forward—this might be a blessing in disguise. At least her true nature came out before you married her. I honestly never expected her to be that manipulative."
His jaw tightened with anger. "She was just after your wealth, your family status. That’s all she cared about. It’s a relief she was exposed before she legally became your wife. Otherwise, she would’ve walked away with a fortune under the excuse of alimony."
But Denis barely listened to what Roger had said. "She played me," he muttered. "I gave her everything. I trusted her, defended her."
Roger sighed, placing a comforting hand on his shoulder.
"I thought she loved me," Denis scoffed at himself. "Hell, I believed every word she said. And now? Now I’m the punchline of the family. A fool in a suit."
He took a sip, the burn hardly registering.
Roger looked at him calmly. "So what now? You gonna sit here and drink yourself into a blackout, or—?"
"I want her back," Denis interrupted, eyes blazing.