Victor scoffed, leaning back in his chair. “Well, that depends on what you call doing well. I have two three new sluts warming my bed, my business is thriving, and I don’t have to hear Gloria nagging the moment I step into the house.”
He let out a dry laugh. “Life is perfect, Lukas.”
But the exhaustion in his eyes said otherwise.
Lukas studied him carefully, fingers tapping lightly against the table. “Are you sure big brother? You don’t look well.”
Victor’s expression stiffened.
“Is it because your wife left?” Lukas added casually, as if it meant nothing. For a second, silence stretched between them.
Then Victor started laughing like a mad man. “Me? Affected by her leaving?” he said, shaking his head. “That’s the funniest thing I’ve heard all day.”
Yet the irritation on his face dee
