Chapter 3 Nicholas Bellingham stood frozen in the doorway, his body rigid, his eyes locked on the scene before him. His mind struggled to process what he was seeing, but the truth was undeniable. Fiona, the woman he loved, was entangled with the supervisor in the most intimate and betraying way possible. His heart, already heavy from years of mistreatment and humiliation, shattered into a thousand pieces. Fiona was bent over the desk, her clothes disheveled, while the supervisor stood behind her, his face twisted in pleasure. For a moment, time seemed to stop. Nicholas ’s mind raced, but no words came. The betrayal was too much to process. “Fiona!” he shouted, his voice trembling with a mix of anger, pain, and disbelief. Due to the loud and angry voice, they stopped their so-called fun, and glanced at the person. They froze, their eyes wide with shock as Nicholas stood in the doorway, his heart breaking into a million pieces Fiona jerked away from the supervisor inst

." “Good morning, Miss! I’m here for an—” he blurted out, desperate to speak to someone, anyone who could help. But before he could finish, the bank clerk, without even looking up from her desk, snapped at him harshly, “Hey! How can you be so rude and impolite? Join the queue like everyone else!” The words hit him like a slap. He blinked and looked around, only now noticing the long line of people waiting to be served. Murmurs began to spread through the line, and he could feel the eyes on him—some curious, others filled with disdain. “I’m sorry,” he said softly, almost a whisper, bowing his head slightly before retreating to the back of the queue. He stood there, fists clenched, trying to stay calm. The line moved slowly, and with each passing second, a cold dread grew inside his chest. The thought of his sister lying on that hospital bed, fighting for her life, made his stomach churn. After what felt like an eternity, his turn finally came. He approached the d

The woman he had loved, the person he had trusted more than anyone, had betrayed him in the worst possible way. As he walked away, he felt a surge of anger and determination. He would make them pay for what they had done. ~~~ Meanwhile, back in the office, Fiona and the supervisor were left in stunned silence. The weight of Nicholas ’s threat hung heavily in the air. Fiona turned to the supervisor, her face pale with fear. “What are we going to do? He’s going to report us. We’ll lose everything.” The supervisor, however, seemed unfazed. A slow, sinister smile spread across his face as an idea began to form in his mind. “Don’t worry,” he said, his voice calm and calculating. “I have a plan. If we play our cards right, Nicholas will be the one who regrets ever crossing us.” Fiona’s eyes widened as the supervisor leaned in and whispered his plan into her ear. Her initial fear was replaced by a sly smile as she nodded in agreement. “It’s perfect,” she said, her voice filled w

Nicholas Bellingham burst through the glass doors of the bank, his chest pounding heavily as sweat poured down his face and neck. His shirt clung tightly to his back, damp and wet, but he didn’t care. His only concern was his younger sister. Olivia was in the hospital, and without the surgery, she wouldn’t make it. He hadn’t even paused to catch his breath before rushing straight to the front desk. “Good morning, Miss! I’m here for an—” he blurted out, desperate to speak to someone, anyone who could help. But before he could finish, the bank clerk, without even looking up from her desk, snapped at him harshly, “Hey! How can you be so rude and impolite? Join the queue like everyone else!” The words hit him like a slap. He blinked and looked around, only now noticing the long line of people waiting to be served. Murmurs began to spread through the line, and he could feel the eyes on him—some curious, others filled with disdain. “I’m sorry,” he said softly, almost a

. The woman he had loved, the person he had trusted more than anyone, had betrayed him in the worst possible way. As he walked away, he felt a surge of anger and determination. He would make them pay for what they had done. ~~~ Meanwhile, back in the office, Fiona and the supervisor were left in stunned silence. The weight of Nicholas ’s threat hung heavily in the air. Fiona turned to the supervisor, her face pale with fear. “What are we going to do? He’s going to report us. We’ll lose everything.” The supervisor, however, seemed unfazed. A slow, sinister smile spread across his face as an idea began to form in his mind. “Don’t worry,” he said, his voice calm and calculating. “I have a plan. If we play our cards right, Nicholas will be the one who regrets ever crossing us.” Fiona’s eyes widened as the supervisor leaned in and whispered his plan into her ear. Her initial fear was replaced by a sly smile as she nodded in agreement. “It’s perfect,” she said, her voice fille