My Blind Wife Wants Divorce

"Divorce me," Chloe whispered.

Those words sounded dreadful to Leonel, her husband. His eyes, which were accustomed to looking at his wife with disdainful gazes, now widened in disbelief. Even his mouth, which usually spoke with a sarcastic and ungrateful tone, gaped open wide from the shock. Inside his head, those words repeated like a broken tape, continuously playing without stopping.

"What?"

Chloe's ears could still hear clearly whatever was being said on the flat-screen TV in the living room of their large house. However, her eyes couldn't clearly see the scenes playing there. Even just to lift her favorite jasmine tea cup, she had to feel around first.

Chloe felt the urge to curse God when she recalled the incident that happened six months ago.

"Chloe, what do you mean by talking like this?" Leonel started raising his voice, as usual when he spoke to Chloe. For some reason, many things had changed since his wife left the hospital. Especially Chloe's increasingly annoying attitude.

Gone was the compliant Chloe, the one who spoke softly and rarely contradicted Leonel whenever he said something. But now?

"My words were clear enough for you to hear, Leo."

"But why?"

The black-haired woman smirked sarcastically. Her lips curled into a grin, accompanied by a sharper gaze. Although she couldn't see her husband, she was certain that her eyes conveyed what she felt. "Why?" Then, not long after, a mocking laugh escaped her somewhat pale lips.

Instantly, Leonel felt a lump in his throat. He couldn't accept Chloe's behavior. For the first time in their five-year marriage, he saw his wife giving him a quite terrifying look. That grin especially. The gentle, loving, obedient gaze that had been disturbing Leonel all this time had vanished. Chloe's brown eyes looked resolute, unwavering.

"I will not divorce you."

Once again, Chloe sneered. This time, with even more impertinence, she spat to her left side. "After all your betrayals? With me being this damaged? And your intimacy with her here?"

"You were the one who asked, Chloe. Forgot?"

Chloe never forgot the request she made since returning from the hospital. Her memory never forgot the day when that incident happened.

She witnessed the affair with her own eyes becoming more and more obvious. Chloe admitted that Leonel indeed had another mistress. But she didn't expect it to be displayed so clearly day by day. It was as if intentionally done. Her heartache had reached its peak. The car she was driving got involved in a single-car accident, causing her to fall into a coma for two months.

To make matters worse, she had to endure semi-permanent blindness and ongoing therapy sessions. Her life now was truly tragic.

That's why she asked her husband to marry his mistress. To live together in this house, although it hadn't been fully accomplished yet. Leonel suddenly hesitated in taking a stand but let that woman roam freely in this house. A sudden feeling of compassion arose in Leonel's heart when he learned what Chloe was going through.

Leonel took a long breath and tried to hold his wife's hand. He had never done this before. Their interactions were usually initiated by Chloe. Even when touching Chloe in their bedroom, Leonel was always reluctant. Chloe's presence had never truly touched the depths of this man's coal-black eyes.

But now, for some reason, Chloe's words made him feel a little... afraid.

Although all this time, Leonel had made every effort to divorce Chloe. Even his affair with Ester was done openly, regardless of how much Chloe cried over his behavior. Ester was the woman he had loved since college, but her profession was opposed by his influential family, especially the role model, Robby Grisham-his grandfather.

Leonel couldn't defy the command given by Robby Grisham regarding his meticulously arranged marriage to Chloe. She was an innocent and naive girl, though, well... quite beautiful. But that was not enough for Leonel. Chloe was too obedient. Whatever he said, Chloe would do. No objections. No protests. And she never refused.

However, in front of him now, his wife's figure has changed. Since waking up from a coma after the accident, Chloe is very different. The Chloe that Leonel knew no longer exists. She has transformed into someone else who is cold and harsh when speaking, and she doesn't want Leonel around. Whether it's accompanying her or just talking to her.

Chloe only wants to meet her friend, Adrianna Jacob. Leonel also knows Adrianna since their marriage. They have been friends since college.

Initially, Leonel didn't pay much attention to the doctor's warnings about Chloe's psychological and traumatic condition. But after seeing her rejection and how she didn't hesitate to throw anything near her to keep Leonel away, Leonel started to take notice. Not to mention the outbursts and screams every time he approached.

Now, he can only communicate with the woman who is still his wife.

Before, Chloe was always willing to sit for hours just to wait for Leonel to come home. Or she would go to great lengths to bring him lunch at his office. Although Leonel never responded positively, Chloe never gave up. Throughout these five years, Chloe always wanted to prove to her husband that she was a faithful wife.

She always smiled and remained patient. And now, that person is gone. Disappeared, although based on the analysis of the doctors who handled her during her treatment at the hospital, all the changes Chloe has experienced will gradually improve.

Although it requires long therapy and a very supportive approach. That's not to mention the thing that surprised Leonel the most. One thing that also worried Leonel was Chloe's vision. He was worried that Chloe would never regain her sight.

"I only did it in your dream, Chloe!" Leonel exclaimed. He rose from the comfortable sofa he had just sat on. His eyes were red as he stared at his wife, who also met his gaze challengingly. Her brown eyes looked empty. Occasionally, her eyes moved slowly, but Leonel knew that they couldn't be used as they were before.

His wife was blind, although it couldn't be said to be permanent yet. But still, it was undoubtedly difficult for Chloe to live her life now. And that brought a sense of pity that deeply settled in Leonel's heart. Especially when he remembered a large gift box, which was her lunchbox, lying on his office desk.

There was a note that Leonel knew was written by his wife's hand.

'Happy anniversary, my husband. May we be happier in the future.'

And then... the accident happened, leaving a disturbing hole in Leonel's mind.

***

During the day, as Chloe kept her eyes closed, a sudden pain took over her head. It was pounding so intensely that she grabbed her hair tightly. "ARGH!" she shouted, gasping for breath. She reluctantly woke up. There was nothing her eyes could enjoy except darkness and a faint light.

The sound of impact, screeching tires, and cries for help from herself invaded her dreams again. It wasn't easy to forget the terrible event that happened in her life. Although she had tried hard to get rid of her nightmares, they often recurred without being prevented.

In the past, her world felt beautiful. She was born into a good family. Although she lost her parents in middle school, she had an extraordinary love from her grandmother and grandfather. Until she graduated from college, she lived a life like any other normal child. Despite her arranged marriage, she learned to accept it and put aside the knowledge she gained during her college years. She chose to dedicate herself as a housewife, just as her mother-in-law desired.

She had abundant wealth. She had a husband with a handsome appearance. Just by pointing at something, she could easily obtain it. But... that was only what could be seen from the outside, without knowing how miserable her life was here.

After she managed to regain control of herself, she forced herself to leave the room. Originally, the room she occupied was on the second floor. It was a large master bedroom with many complete facilities. However, there was no warmth there. The atmosphere in the room seemed stiff and superficial.

Just like her relationship with Leonel. She realized it day by day, especially since she became like this. She slowly dragged her feet, making sure with the tip of her cane that nothing would harm her.

"Oh... the lady of the house is awake, apparently."

Chloe fell silent. She recognized that voice. Ester Gisella. The woman loved by her husband and now allowed to enter their house. Although Chloe was somewhat confused because Leonel didn't immediately marry that woman. She thought that since she was helpless like this, Leonel would immediately legalize his affair within their marriage.

But the reality was different. Chloe no longer cared about what Leonel was waiting for. Once permission was granted, Ester became more arrogant and behaved like a ruler in this large house that Chloe lived in.

"But it's okay if you stay in the room. Besides, it's useless for you to be around here. Dangerous. You might fall and cause trouble."

Chloe remained silent, not wanting to say anything to Ester.

"You're just ruining the view for me. Just go back to your room. Leonel will be home soon. You're useless anyway, right? You can't take care of him properly. You can't even serve your husband with good eyesight, let alone now," Ester said with sarcasm. There was a sense of satisfaction every time those harsh words were uttered, especially when she saw Chloe becoming more helpless.

It was her own fault for agreeing to this ridiculous arranged marriage with Leonel. He was forever hers. Her love. Her sweetheart. She didn't care about being called a home wrecker. In her eyes, Chloe was the one who destroyed their love story. And now, she would reclaim what Chloe had destroyed.

"I don't understand," Chloe walked slowly, not caring if her steps were right or not. The tap of her cane indicated that there was nothing to worry about. Once again, she took a step. She hoped to get closer to Ester. "Here, am I the host, or are you?"

Ester burst into laughter immediately. "Are you... still sane?"

Chloe remained still. She continued her words. "Remember one thing, Ester Gisella. If it wasn't for my permission, you wouldn't be able to enter the Hartono family. I am still the legal wife of Leonel Grisham. And you..." Chloe didn't care if her pointed finger was aimed directly at Ester's face or not. "You're just an outsider who satisfies my husband's desires. Without my consent, your so-called legitimate marriage would never exist."

"You!!!" Ester exclaimed in frustration. Her eyes widened in disbelief. Her breath was heavy, and she felt the urge to slap the woman standing in front of her. Even her finger was still pointing there.

"Never forget that I picked you up from the street." Chloe quickly lowered her hand. She tried hard to suppress her anger. Ester's words became more and more unbearable day by day. Not to mention, her ears were not yet deaf to hear the intimacy that happened between her husband and this serpent woman.

"Chloe," someone called, causing Chloe to turn towards the source of the voice. "It's Mama, dear."

Her anger vanished immediately. It was replaced with a genuine smile for the woman who was now approaching her. Her arm received a gentle touch, and she could smell Agatha Theodore's perfume, her mother-in-law.

"What are you two doing?" Agatha asked suspiciously.

"Nothing, Ma," Chloe quickly interjected. "Just discussing Leonel's visitation schedule. Right, Ester?"

Chloe didn't care if Ester's growl reached her ears. If only her eyes could see normally, she would surely be grinning with satisfaction at Ester's defeat in their conversation. But like this, she felt it was enough to convey her position.

"Is Mama just arriving?" Chloe broke the sudden silence.

"Yes, just now." Agatha looked at Chloe with a gentle gaze, which was in stark contrast when her eyes shifted to the tall and elegant woman nearby. "Mama bought your favorite low-sugar cookies. Come and taste them," she invited as she led Chloe away from Ester. That woman truly made her heart race.

How could her beloved son fall in love with a woman who resembled Medusa? She couldn't understand. And Chloe, she couldn't grasp her thoughts at all. She even asked Leonel to formalize their affair and bring Ester to live here. Agatha gave a scornful look at Ester, who also stared back at her future mother-in-law with a resentful gaze. She didn't care if Agatha didn't like her. Since the beginning, Agatha had never approved of their relationship, right? But now, Ester chose to find a new way to make Agatha submit to her.

Just wait, foolish Mother-in-Law. That's what she thought. Ester let Chloe be showered with sympathy from Agatha. The time would come for them to know who Ester Gisella truly was here. And also, in Leonel Grisham's heart.

Ester couldn't wait to continue her grand plan. A cunning smirk unconsciously appeared on her face. Her eyes gazed at the backs of the two women whom she would soon destroy. "Enjoy your time together," she whispered.

Leonel hasn't been feeling calm since what Chloe said three days ago. Divorce. That's something Leonel has been longing for a long time. To free himself from the shackles of an unwanted marriage. Then marry the girl he loves. And now, that desire is starting to come true, one by one.

But why is Leonel feeling uncertain instead? He still feels unfamiliar with all the changes Chloe is going through. He's racking his brain trying to figure out how to bring back the old Chloe as soon as possible. There's an unusual sense of intimidation that Leonel is experiencing, and he doesn't like it.

He's used to asserting his presence at home. There shouldn't be any objections coming out of Chloe's mouth. His wife should comply with all his wishes. That's the punishment Chloe has to accept for agreeing to the ridiculous arranged marriage five years ago. If Chloe hadn't agreed, maybe Leonel wouldn't hold such resentment towards her.

During their marriage, Chloe has always been the same. A good homemaker type of woman. Her hobbies revolve around cooking and taking care of flowers. Their home always has the scent of Chloe's favorite roses. Even most of Chloe's belongings are red. Her favorite color. She says it's inspired by the red roses she planted in their garden.

He opened his drawer. Chloe's written greeting cards were in the top storage box. He took them out again and read the words he knew by heart. He also remembered the phone call that disturbed him, which turned out to be news from the police about his wife's condition.

A creeping sense of guilt started to take hold because he was sure, especially after Deborah revealed the truth about Chloe accidentally opening the closed door. Chloe must have seen clearly how he was intimately involved with Ester at that time.

Chloe's loss of vision is also his fault. If only he could control himself and take Ester to a hotel as usual, maybe the risks wouldn't be this big. But who can resist Ester's temptations? They haven't seen each other for a long time.

No, no. Leonel is not at fault here. It was Chloe who was careless while driving. He even provided her with her own facilities, but they were ignored. If someone else drove Chloe, the accident wouldn't have happened. Yes, what Leonel is thinking is the truth. He shouldn't feel guilty about Chloe's condition.

"Sir," Deborah called as she lightly knocked on his slightly open door.

His thoughts about Chloe had to be interrupted. "Come in," Leonel commanded.

Deborah walked in a bit apprehensive because her boss's face was becoming scarier day by day. Since Deborah started working at Mountain Pte, she knew what kind of boss she was dealing with. But in the past few months, Leonel's attitude has become more annoying and arbitrary. Not to mention, he often gives orders that defy reason. And don't forget, if there's even a slight mistake, Deborah has to be ready to listen to a series of Leonel's anger.

"The next meeting with Doosan Group will start in ten minutes."

Leonel glanced at his Rolex watch on his left hand, realizing that his schedule was almost up. "Is everything prepared, Di?" He stood up while adjusting the end of his expensive blazer.

"Yes, sir."

"Are you sure?" Leonel asked with a doubtful look. "Don't tell me there's another mistake in the draft. I won't accept that excuse."

Deborah nodded quickly. "No, sir. I've double-checked everything."

Leonel led the way, not forgetting to give Deborah a frustrated pat. Somehow, in his eyes, Deborah's work is always wrong. "Let's wait in the meeting room."

Despite feeling frustrated, Deborah still followed the footsteps of the company's CEO. Who doesn't know the influence of Hartono and his descendants? A tycoon who has significant influence in Indonesia and has also appeared on the list of the richest people in the world several times. Being a staff member at Mountain Pte is a sought-after position for job seekers outside. It's a reputable company with many benefits and promising career paths.

This meeting went quite smoothly. Some have already agreed to the proposed collaboration that Leonel wanted, which is still being reviewed by the client. Leonel sees this meeting as the decision whether his proposal will be approved or not. He's not actively seeking and engaging new business partners, but he needs more support in case something happens regarding the ongoing activities for years.

As the sole heir, Leonel is required to be fair, insightful, have a broader market understanding than anyone else, and be competent in managing thousands of employees who depend on Mountain Pte. This responsibility should belong to his father, but both of his parents decided to retire as soon as Leonel took over the company.

Like the parents of the jet set in New York City, spending a lot of money on business-oriented vacations, opening several new businesses to support their other needs, and participating in high-class socialite gatherings.

"I will make a summary of the meeting soon, Sir," Deborah said, her hands still busy indicating some important points. Their meeting ended with many new agreements. Leonel seemed satisfied during the course of the meeting. It also made Deborah feel relieved because she didn't receive any sarcastic looks or annoying remarks from her boss.

"Call Chris immediately, Di."

Her previously agile hand movements stopped. Deborah immediately raised her eyes from a stack of meeting results to look at the source of the voice. "Mr. Chris?" she confirmed.

"Yes." Leonel is not the type of person who enjoys small talk. Whatever he wants should be resolved immediately, whether it's related to his business or personal matters concerning his family. The well-dressed man left the room, leaving his secretary still stunned. He took out his phone from his pocket, just to check the message from Peni, his housekeeper whom he assigned to take care of Chloe, especially since her return from the hospital.

There were no messages except for the one during lunch, where Peni informed him that his wife had eaten quite well. She underwent therapy with enthusiasm and didn't forget to take some medication and vitamins. That alone made Leonel feel a little relieved. At least Chloe is starting to regain control of herself after regaining consciousness.

As he was about to enter his office, he was surprised by Ester's presence.

"Hi, Darling."

It didn't take long for Ester to cuddle and plant a small kiss on his cheek. This was met with a small chuckle from Leonel. "Is the photo shoot in Bali finished?"

"If it wasn't, I wouldn't be here, Mas," Ester pouted, her hands perfectly draped around Leonel's neck. Her eyes, this time adorned with emerald-colored lenses, with makeup that truly enchanted many people. Especially with her fashionable choice of clothing.

Isn't a model required to have perfection in terms of appearance? That's what Ester has been doing all this time. She wouldn't go out in just ordinary clothes. Even her makeup must always be perfect to match her style. She feels that many eyes have been on her ever since she became known as a model with numerous renowned brand endorsements in Indonesia.

In response to Ester's pout, Leonel widened his smile. "You always have impromptu events." He tidied up Ester's hair, which was slightly in the way as they gazed at each other from such a close distance. The scent of the perfume he always recognizes as Ester's favorite filled the air perfectly. Leonel's earlier remark made Ester laugh softly.

"Yesterday, I dropped by your house."

Leonel's body suddenly tensed. "Why did you go there?"

"No need to panic like that," Ester teased casually. "I just visited. Didn't your wife tell you?"

Leonel quickly responded, "No."

"I actually left something for Chloe. But it seems it wasn't conveyed, huh?" Ester deliberately made her voice as dramatic as possible. She leaned into his embrace. She used her fingertips to tease him, making small circular motions with constant intervals.

True to her actions, Leonel groaned with restraint because of what she was doing.

"Want to come to my apartment?" Ester offered quickly as she looked up and found that Leonel's gaze was already clouded with great passion. "Deborah said you don't have any further meetings."

"You're naughty, you know."

Ester chuckled. She pulled his shoulder slightly so that she could whisper softly. "I also need an outlet for my frustration. Your mother visited yesterday too. As usual, she still antagonizes me."

Suddenly, the desire that had filled Leonel's mind disappeared just like that.

Leonel gently swayed the contents of his cup. The ripples it created distracted him slightly from the background music at the club he was currently in. It was his second drink, but he already felt nauseous enough. Usually, he would spend the whole night before finally going home. No matter what condition he arrived in, he would always be greeted with a smile... suddenly Leonel remembered missing that smile.

Chloe's smile.

The man scoffed softly, laughing dismissively at himself. How could his thoughts be focused on Chloe in a situation like this? Hadn't he been neglecting his wife's existence all this time? Ah, Leonel was certain that's why the image of a woman who liked the color red- he could clearly remember that it as the color Chloe wore most of the time-kept spinning in his mind. Because she had awakened from a coma and was disabled.

He felt sorry. Yes, that's the only feeling Leonel had now.

"Are you sure about meeting me here?" a man approached him and asked. From his tone of voice, which was both disapproving and burdensome, Leonel was certain that it was Chris Yanuardi. His family's personal lawyer.

"At least it's not in a hotel room," Leonel joked as he took a sip from his glass. He drank it down without caring about the taste that greeted his tongue, only furrowing his brow as the liquid bothered his throat. "Pour me another." He pushed the glass towards the bartender in front of him.

The club he visited could only be accessed by members, including the lawyer. He needed to talk about matters outside of the office and his personal life at home. And he thought this place was suitable, despite the obvious disapproving look Chris gave him.

"Are you deaf?" Leonel frowned and looked sharply at Kevin, the bartender in front of him. "Quick!"

"I asked Kevin not to pour anymore, Leonel. You need concentration to talk," Chris patted Leonel's shoulder gently. "I think it's more relaxed over there. What do you think?" He didn't need too much approval from Leonel. Surely the man would follow him. And true to his guess, even though Leonel imitated his steps with an annoyed jerk and a sour expression like a child who was denied a toy, he followed.

"You're the one who asked me to meet you here. At least don't create a scene that would make me uncomfortable," Chris grumbled in annoyance. His hands were folded across his chest after they both sat in a corner far from the other patrons. Although not many people came, they still needed a quiet place. "So, tell me quickly, what's this about?"

"Is this how a lawyer treats his client?" Leonel asked irritably. He immediately leaned back on the sofa and closed his eyes slightly. "You're just like Papa. Annoying."

"If you forget, I'm as old as your father."

Leonel waved his hand in disapproval. "Has Deborah told you what I want?"

"For such an important matter, you talk to your secretary? My God! I'm sure Robby Grisham would curse you!"

The still-closed-eyed man finally laughed. He straightened his back. "What's wrong with that? Deborah just conveys what I want."

Chris shook his head slowly. He took out a number of papers that had already been prepared to be read to his important client. If it weren't for the funds provided by the Hartono family to the law firm he managed, he probably wouldn't want to be here. "Read this." He handed the stack of papers to the man he considered his own son.

Knowing Leonel since he was mischievous and taking care of many things related to the boy's mischief, Chris was confident that in the future, the naughty boy would become a star in the Hartono family. His instincts were never wrong, right? The name Leonel Grisham was one of the respected businessmen in New York City.

"I can really rely on you, Chris." A small grin appeared on Leonel's lips. The lighting in the corner they had chosen was very good. He could clearly read all the words printed on the papers. He examined each page carefully, occasionally paying more attention to certain points. "I think this is enough."

Chris nodded softly, and he immediately put the documents back into his briefcase. "I'll send the original documents to the office tomorrow." But before he actually left Leonel here, Chris needed to be assured of something. "Are you... really sure about doing this?"

"Of course." Leonel picked up one of the available drinking glasses. "Why wouldn't, I be sure? I've been waiting, and finally... God has been kind." He smiled as wide as possible. "Didn't you know best about our arranged marriage? And when she demanded a divorce? Why shouldn't I grant it?"

The older man shook his head softly. He stood up and patted Leonel's shoulder again. "Go home before you get too drunk. I don't want to deal with inheritance documents related to your death."

"You?" Leonel blinked in disbelief. "Cursing me to die?"

Chris chuckled. "Give my regards to Mr. Robby. Go home immediately."

"Alright, you noisy old man. I'll remember your old advice."

Not long after, Chris completely disappeared from his sight. He let out a long sigh and leaned back on the soft sofa he was sitting on. He gently massaged his temples, hoping to alleviate the growing headache. But it seemed to be in vain. The pain only increased. He closed his eyes for a moment.

His thoughts turned to the conversation with Ester after the meeting earlier. The conversation that made him change his mind so quickly. Initially, he wanted to ask Chris for help in thwarting Chloe's sudden request for a divorce. But the woman he loved managed to make him think otherwise. After all, granting her the divorce was essentially the same, right? Wasn't it him who asked for the divorce first? So that's what would happen.

"No need for you to visit her, Darling." Leonel planted a tender kiss on his lover's cheek. "It's better for you to rest well."

"You know, Darling?" Ester gently shook her hair, causing enough movement to capture Leonel's undivided attention. Her wavy hair cascaded in large curls at the bottom, a bright maroon red that perfectly complemented her smooth, fair skin. "I feel like this is our chance."

Leonel furrowed his brow. "What do you mean?"

"Well, you know. I've been waiting for so long for when you would divorce your wife. She already gave you permission to marry me, right? And now? She's demanding a divorce? Why don't you grant it immediately?"

Leonel let out a soft sigh in response. "When she woke up from the coma, she became blind, Darling."

"Do you care about her?"

"Of course not!" Leonel quickly retorted. "Definitely not. I don't care about her." He emphasized the words excessively. "But I feel like I need to give her some time to recover at least. Her therapist said she might regain her sight in about six months. She's undergoing regular therapy."

Ester untangled herself from his embrace. Her eyes stared at him with frustration. "I bet after this; you'll be busy taking care of her. And what about me? I'm the one you love, Mas. Should I wait until she recovers? Seriously!!!" She grabbed her bag that she had placed on the glass table not far from where she stood.

"Where are you going?" Leonel asked immediately. He held Ivanka's waist tightly to prevent the woman from walking further. "Give me a week. I'll take care of it."

Ester blinked slowly. Her eyes lit up with joy. "Really?"

Leonel nodded, although sudden doubt filled his heart. "Yes."

"Oh, you're so sweet, Darling."

He gently pulled Ester's waist to bring them closer. Their breaths intermingled with tenderness. Their eyes locked and assessed each other. "Let me inform Deborah to reschedule the meetings and prepare the divorce draft for Chris." Another kiss, and this time it lasted longer. He softly savored the peach-colored lips with a rhythm that always heightened his adrenaline. "Can you be patient and wait?" Leonel asked as he wiped away the lingering wet traces he left.

"Always."

Recalling the conversation that had not even passed twenty-four hours with Ester, for some reason, it caused a suffocating feeling. Especially since he read through each article stated in their divorce draft. He was the one who said he didn't want to divorce Chloe, but now? Ah, why was it so difficult for him to grant his wife's request? Wasn't this what he had been waiting for all this time?

Where he could finally be with Ester? He could take advantage of the current situation. There were many benefits he could gain, especially regarding his wife's blindness. He could use it as a shield against his father. Nothing could stop him now. Yes, he should be happy. Not feel this suffocating sensation. Damn! He got up from his seat and hurried home. He felt that drinking too much and the bothersome music were the sources of his fatigue.

As he was about to leave the room, his phone rang loudly. Peni's name appeared on the screen, causing him to furrow his brow. Lately, he had received calls from the person who took care of... Chloe?

"What is it, Peni?" he asked immediately.

"It's, Sir. Um... Mrs., Sir."

"Yes, what about her?" he asked anxiously. He didn't care if he almost stumbled and tripped over a table leg. His current goal was to go home.

"She's on the edge of the balcony. I'm really scared, Sir."