The VIP suite exuded an air of luxury and indulgence, with plush leather sofas, dimmed ambient lighting, and a private bar stocked with premium drinks. It was Gerard's usual spot back in the day when he frequented the bar before he was married. He recalled those carefree nights spent here, surrounded by laughter, music, and the thrill of the nightlife.

Pouring himself a glass of champagne, Gerard settled into the soft sofa, the bubbles tickling his senses as he took a sip. The memories flooded back, memories of a time when he didn't have responsibilities weighing him down, when life was simpler.

But tonight, there was no Ivy to tell...