In his hazy state, Gael seemed to hear Yanni calling him.

“Wake up, Gael. I’ll go to the bathroom and get you a warm towel. It’ll feel better after you wipe your face.

“Why are you so happy? You’ve never been this joyful even when the company is profitable. Are you this happy about marrying me, Gael?”

…

Gael frowned tightly.

It turned out to be their wedding night when Yanni had been so gentle, affectionate, and attentive to him. Now, however, her tenderness and care were given to another man—Keaton.

“Yanni… Yanni…”

The night wind howled as Gael downed another glass of the strongest liquor. He leaned heavily against the car, needing all his strength to hold himself up and prevent collapsing helplessly onto the ground.

Gael's phone in the coat pocket kept ringing. Emilia was calling him, but he had no intention of answering. Tonight was New Year’s Eve, and she was probably trying to mend their relationship.

However, Gael didn’t want that. Once, he had regarded Emilia