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The bar was filled with beautiful women, but none quite had the presence that Lydia did. As soon as she stepped inside, men holding drinks were quick to approach her.

"Hey gorgeous, I've got a booth over there and a bottle of whiskey. Why don't you join us for a drink?"

"Forget him, come with me. I'm a VIP member here. Whatever you want, we'll order it."

Without so much as a glance, Lydia brushed past them, her expression unchanged. "Excuse me."

She made her way to the bar, took out her card, and rented a private booth for herself. She ordered a case of beer and sat down alone. She mechanically cracked open bottles, one after the other, pouring the liquid down her throat. Before long, the table was littered with empty bottles.

Lydia had hoped the alcohol would dull the pain, but the more she drank, the clearer her mind became. Unwanted memories flooded in. Snapshots of Quincy filled her thoughts.

to their everyday life together, all these fragments blended into the image of

she believed she was the luckiest woman in the world. She had never been mistreated, her career was thriving, and she had found her soulmate in Quincy.

she struggled to her feet. "Bring me

drunk enough to

bar, in another booth, Quincy was silently downing drink after drink. His striking features, combined with an air of wealth, marked him as someone special. He sat alone, which only added to his allure. To many, he seemed like the perfect

take long before a scantily clad woman slid into the seat next to him. Her hand snaked around his waist as she cooed, "Hey

to take off a

dripped with seduction, and her revealing outfit left little to the imagination. With an open back and a plunging neckline, she flaunted

by either pulling her into his arms or pretending to be indifferent while his gaze lingered