Five Years Wasted Now They Beg Her Back novel Chapter 275

Obsidian, the most exclusive private club in Jarrow City.

The rooms here were not open to the public; only the rich and powerful could enter. The VIP rooms on the top floor were accessible only to men of Damien's stature.

Under the dim lights, the air was thick with the scent of expensive liquor and fine cigars.

"That's enough, Mr. Clarke. Are you drinking whiskey or water?"

Felix pressed down on Damien's hand as he reached for another bottle, his brow deeply furrowed.

Three empty whiskey bottles already sat on the table.

Damien leaned back on the sofa, his tie long gone, the top three buttons of his shirt undone, revealing a large expanse of his pale chest.

His face was flushed an unnatural red, his eyes hazy, yet they held a pain that seemed to emanate from the depths of his soul.

"Give it to me."

Damien swatted Felix's hand away and poured himself another glass, downing it in one go. The harsh liquid burned its way down his throat, but it couldn't burn away the image seared into his mind.

"Felix…"

Damien suddenly smiled, a smile more painful than a grimace.

"Tell me, am I pathetic?"

Felix sighed and sat down across from him. "Mr. Clarke, why are you doing this to yourself? Now that the misunderstanding is cleared up, now that you know she didn't really want a divorce, why don't you just go and bring her back?"

"You don't get it."

Damien swirled the glass in his hand, the amber liquid reflecting his shattered gaze.

"Bring her back? How?"

He pointed to his chest, his voice suddenly choking up.

"This part of her… it's broken."

"And I'm broken, too."

"I lost her for ten years… Ten years, Felix. Do you have any idea what she went through in those ten years?"

Damien pulled his phone from his pocket, displaying a photo his men had just sent him.

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