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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.

work to their everyday life together, all these fragments

was the luckiest woman in the world. She had never been mistreated, her career was thriving, and she had found her soulmate in Quincy. But now, she felt like nothing

the empty bottles aside as she struggled to her feet. "Bring me

how much she drank, it wouldn't get her drunk enough to forget. She needed something stronger. Maybe if she drank enough, she

striking features, combined with an air of wealth, marked him as someone special. He sat alone,

a scantily clad woman slid into the seat next to him. Her hand snaked around his waist as she cooed, "Hey handsome, drinking alone isn't any fun. How about we

The loser has to take off a piece of

left little to the imagination. With an open back and a plunging neckline, she flaunted

it had been any other man, he might have succumbed by either pulling her into his arms or pretending to be indifferent while his gaze lingered on her figure. But Quincy wasn't like other men. Without even sparing her a