Chapter 175
The private room at the high end entertainment club was eerily quiet, occupied by a single man surrounded by the overwhelming stench of stenbol. Hey sat slumped on the leather sofa, his eyes bloodshot, an almost empty glass of vodka clutched in his unsteady hand,
When Benjamin and Frank pushed open the door, they were greeted by the sight of their normally composed friend in a state of complete dishevelment
“Who the hell are you?” Henry slurred, his glassy eyes struggling to focus on the two men standing before him.
Frank let out an exasperated sigh. “Henry! Weren’t your the one who called us here to drink? What the fuck is wrong with you?”
The two men exchanged concerned glances as they took in Henry’s dilated pupils and vacant expression. Benjamin quickly strode forward and snatched the glass from Henry’s hand.
‘Jesus Christ, how much have you had?” he demanded, his brow furrowed with concern.
Henry instinctively reached for his confiscated glass, but the movement threw him off balance, and he collapsed back into the sofa. Benjamin pressed his hand firmly against Henry’s shoulder to keep him from toppling over.
“Henry, you’re completely wasted,” Benjamin muttered, restraining
his
friend’s flailing arms.
A nervous waitress hovered at the edge of the room, wringing her hands anxiously.
“Mr. Wall, Mr. Harrison,” she ventured timidly, “did Mr. Harding just go through a breakup or something? He ordered six bottles of vodka the moment he arrived and started drinking straight from the bottle.” She shook her head in disbelief. “You can’t drink vodka like that–it’s dangerous! He could die! Please try to stop him. With that, she quickly backed out of the room.
Frank surveyed the empty bottles scattered across the floor and whistled low. “Six bottles of vodka? That stuff is potent as hell. Who pissed him off enough to make him drink like this?”
Benjamin shrugged helplessly. “How should I know? But if I had to guess…”
“It must be Sophia,” Frank finished for him.
Benjamin nodded. He’d seen the news earlier that day while scrolling through social media. He’d waited and waited, curious to see how Henry would respond to Sophia’s divorce post. When Henry finally replied with that pathetic “When are you going to repay the ten million dollars?” comment, Benjamin had cringed hard.
“I saw his response to Sophia’s divorce post this morning,” Benjamin explained. “Ten million is nothing to him. His attitude made it crystal clear–he doesn’t want the divorce at all! But instead of just saying that, he comes up with this pathetic excuse. No wonder Sophia isn’t coming back. With that approach, she
never will.”
Frank burst into laughter after hearing the full story.
‘I never thought I’d see the day–the great Henry Harding reduced to this!” he exclaimed. “He deserves it! That’s what he gets for being so damn stubborn
and clueless!”
After their laughter subsided, Frank approached the sofa and gripped Henry’s shoulders. He held up two fingers in front of Henry’s face. “How many fingers am I holding up?”
Henry just stared blankly, completely unresponsive.
“Henry, you’re drunk out of your mind,” Benjamin said with a touch of sympathy. “Let me take you home.”
The seemingly catatonic man suddenly jerked upright. “Sophia!” he shouted, his voice desperate and raw. “I want Sophia!”
Benjamin frowned and shoved him back down. “I thought you didn’t even Sophia? What do you want with her now? She doesn’t like you anymore—she’s
desperate to divorce you!”
Despite his intoxicated state, Henry seemed to register these words. He slammed his fist against the leather sofa. “No divorce!” he bellowed.
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Frank couldn’t help but laugh at the absurdity of the situation. ‘No divorce? What’s that going to accomplish? You refuse to divorce her, but you’re sun tangled up with Isabella. You’re treating marriage like it’s some kind of game. It’s not about you anymore–Sophia wants out.
Henry’s eyes shifted slightly, suggesting he’d at least partially processed Frank’s words. After a moment, he shouted again, ‘No divorce! No divorce!
The two friends exchanged amused glances.
“This is ridiculous, Frank remarked. ‘When Sophia loved him, he couldn’t care less about her, trampling all over her feelings. Now that she doesn’t love him anymore and wants a divorce, he suddenly can’t let her go. What kind of twisted logic is that?”
Benjamin nodded thoughtfully. “Men are like that sometimes–always wanting what they can’t have, I doubt he even likes Isabella as much as he thinks he does. She’s probably just unfinished business from his youth, a lingering regret.”
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