JAMES

I paced back and forth in my private suite, the weight of impending divorce rested heavily on my shoulders. I was restless because tomorrow was the day that would mark the end of my marriage to Irene. I couldn’t help but feel a mix of anxiety and regret, questioning where it all went wrong. Thoughts of our shared history played on a loop in my mind, memories both beautiful and painful colliding in a whirlwind of emotions.

Seeking solace, I made my way to the bar, the amber liquid in the crystal tumbler offering a temporary relief from the chaos within me. I took a long sip, the burn...