Chapter 35

As John sat in silence beside Stephanie in the luxurious Rolls Royce, a whirlwind of questions churned in his mind, each one vying for attention. Yet, despite the cacophony of thoughts swirling within him, he couldn't bring himself to voice a single query to Steoahine. Instead, he remained a silent observer, his emotions a tumultuous storm raging beneath a calm exterior.

As the car glided through the streets, memories of happier times flooded John's mind, memories of moments shared with Steoahine in this very car. He remembered the warmth of her touch and the sweetness of her kisses as they embarked on a romantic rendezvous at their favourite restaurants. Those moments had been special to him, filled with love and passion, but now they seemed like distant echoes of a bygone era. Life had a way of changing things, of extinguishing the flames of love and replacing them with the cold ashes of indifference.

With each passing moment, John's heart grew heavier, his resentment towards Stephan