“BELLA!” James shouted, slamming the door shut, startling everyone in the house with his angry arrival.

“What's wrong, sir?” asked the housekeeper.

“Where's Bella?”

“Mrs. Bella left this morning with her suitcase.”

James clenched his fists in anger. “Damn it!” he muttered.

James then sat on the sofa, running his hands through his hair, feeling utterly frustrated. Everything was in shambles, destroyed. It was as if his legs could no longer carry him, yet there was no reason to pursue anything in his life.

As Bella had said, she was leaving James because she had only stayed for his wealth. And now that his company was on the brink of...