He didn't feel satisfied. 'Why does it still feel empty…?'
That thought lingered at the back of his mind like an itch he couldn't scratch.
With a faint scoff, he pushed it aside and began living his life as usual. Since he couldn't have Olivia, he chose the next easiest escape... parties, alcohol, and women.
Loud music, flashing lights, the smell of expensive perfume mixed with sweat and alcohol, it all blurred together as he drowned himself in distraction.
'If I can't have her… I'll just forget her.'
Or at least, that was what he told himself.
But he had underestimated Olivia.
Maybe back in high school, she hadn't left such a deep mark on him. But now… now she had grown into someone extraordinary.
She was breathtaking, so beautiful that people would unconsciously turn their heads just to catch a glimpse of her. Even millionaires, men who had seen countless women, were no exception.
