“Carl?!" Dr. Kessing shot up from his chair, surprised to see Carl. “You...how? I thought it was a 10 year sentence?" He was obviously flustered.Carl smiled and gently closed the door behind.Dr. Kessing quickly stepped out behind his desk.“Please... please have your seat.” He gestured at a chair across his desk— the one Thompson Montclair sat on earlier. “Wow. You look...I mean you look different. Are you sure you were even sent to the prison or restaurant?" He chuckled, his tone light and teasing.“Amnesty came and I was among the lucky ones that got pardoned.” Carl said convincingly, not willing to reveal how he actually got out of the prison to Mr. Kessington.“I just returned to the city this morning and I came over to the office to sort some things out but it seems today is really a good day. I can't believe I'm seeing you, Carl. Is Elira aware that you're back?” He said happily as she sat on his chair again.“You're not aware Elira wants to end our marriage?" Carl was slight

“Carl?!" Dr. Kessing shot up from his chair, surprised to see Carl. “You...how? I thought it was a 10 year sentence?" He was obviously flustered.Carl smiled and gently closed the door behind.Dr. Kessing quickly stepped out behind his desk.“Please... please have your seat.” He gestured at a chair across his desk— the one Thompson Montclair sat on earlier. “Wow. You look...I mean you look different. Are you sure you were even sent to the prison or restaurant?" He chuckled, his tone light and teasing.“Amnesty came and I was among the lucky ones that got pardoned.” Carl said convincingly, not willing to reveal how he actually got out of the prison to Mr. Kessington.“I just returned to the city this morning and I came over to the office to sort some things out but it seems today is really a good day. I can't believe I'm seeing you, Carl. Is Elira aware that you're back?” He said happily as she sat on his chair again.“You're not aware Elira wants to end our marriage?" Carl was slight

“Carl?!" Dr. Kessing shot up from his chair, surprised to see Carl. “You...how? I thought it was a 10 year sentence?" He was obviously flustered.Carl smiled and gently closed the door behind.Dr. Kessing quickly stepped out behind his desk.“Please... please have your seat.” He gestured at a chair across his desk— the one Thompson Montclair sat on earlier. “Wow. You look...I mean you look different. Are you sure you were even sent to the prison or restaurant?" He chuckled, his tone light and teasing.“Amnesty came and I was among the lucky ones that got pardoned.” Carl said convincingly, not willing to reveal how he actually got out of the prison to Mr. Kessington.“I just returned to the city this morning and I came over to the office to sort some things out but it seems today is really a good day. I can't believe I'm seeing you, Carl. Is Elira aware that you're back?” He said happily as she sat on his chair again.“You're not aware Elira wants to end our marriage?" Carl was slight

At Crescent Hill hospital, inside of a modest yet Sophisticated office seated Dr. Kessington, donning a white crisp shirt with a white lab cloth draped over it. He is a man in his early forties with scanty grey hairs highlighting his natural dark hair.He sighed, his eyes thoughtful, a mix of disbelief and confusion evidence as he latched a stethoscope around his neck.“This..this..is really surprising.” He muttered more to himself than to the man who sat across his desk.The man seated across his desk was no person other than Thompson Montclair, the oil money Mogul.Mr. Kessington sauntered over to his swivel chair where his black suit drapped over the backrest and slumped into it, swirling on it gently, his thoughts spinning.Thompson Montclair leaned forward, his chair squeaking gently as the weight decreased on it.“What did you notice, Kessing?” He said casually, his light tone indicating the intimate relationship he has with Dr. Kessing. “I want to be sure if truly the heart at

As Carl stepped out of Kessing Headquarter, the crisp and warm air of the midday brushed against his face, his mind sharper than before after the encounter with Elira. His finger curled into a tight fist as he recounted every word, every brutal confession she made in that room to crush him.How could she do something so Grave like that? And she thought she'd won? She played smart, schemed a quiet marriage to make him crumble. Carl was playing love, while she was playing cruel games.As Carl walked to the curb to wave down a taxi, surrounded by the chatters from passersby and automobiles, his phone buzzed loudly in his pocket.He stopped on his track and pulled out his phone, a tight frown forming between his brows. It was Elira calling...She didn't save it as Elira.She saved her name as ‘My life.’His finger tightened on the phone, anger rising in high tides inside his chest at the mere sight of the pet name.“What did she want now?" Carl muttered between gritted teeth. He picked t