Alexander stumbled into the dimly lit bar, the neon signs blurring together in a kaleidoscope of color as his mind reeled from the painful encounter with Roslyn.
He collapsed onto a stool, ordering a whiskey in a desperate attempt to dull the searing ache that had taken residence in his chest.
The bartender raised an eyebrow, his expression a mixture of curiosity and concern. "Rough day, buddy?" he asked.
Alexander nodded, his eyes welling up with tears as the weight of his emotions threatened to consume him.
He downed glass after glass of the amber liquid, trying to numb the pain that had been festering since he saw Roslyn with Leonardo Moratti.
How could she move on so quickly? he wondered.
That Italian investor, Leonardo Moratti, with his charming smile and captivating presence.
He remembered their video meetings, the man's charisma and confidence radiating through the screen.
Alexander's mind raced with questions.
Where did they meet?