Ryan had no recollection of how he had gotten home last night. The entire evening had been a blur, the memories hazy with alcohol and rage.
He barely remembered leaving the dinner, barely remembered storming out of the hall after witnessing the most humiliating moment of his life—his fiancée and his father, together.
The video had played for everyone to see, a grotesque display of betrayal that had stripped him of every ounce of control.
He had staggered into his car, driven blindly through the city, his mind spiraling in disbelief and fury. Somehow, he had made it home, but after that… nothing.
Now, as morning crept in through the large windows of his penthouse, Ryan lay sprawled on the floor of his living room.
Empty bottles surrounded him, the sharp scent of whiskey thick in the
