Burn the Marriage, Keep the Crown

Chapter 51

The realization nearly drove Aaron to the brink of madness.

But as his gaze fell on Serena's peaceful, sleeping face, he suppressed the urge

to lose control and gently closed the door behind him.

He headed downstairs, got into his car, and drove off to Neon Haze.

Neon Haze was a bar owned by Frederick.

At 3 a.m., the bar had just passed its peak of chaos, yet it hadn't completely quieted down.

Aaron navigated through the staggering patrons, making his way to a private room on the second floor.

He pushed the door open.

The door slammed against the wall with a loud bang, abruptly silencing the sounds of dice games, laughter, and whispered conversations within.

Everyone inside turned to stare at Aaron, who stood at the entrance radiating a menacing aura.

the chill in his voice

In an instant.

crowd rose and poured out

remained seated on the couch, unmoved, casually swirling the drink in his glass.

bottle of liquor, unscrewing the cap. "Hey, hey, that's

deep

igniting a fire in his chest and gut. Yet Aaron's expression remained

Mr. Vance? Drowning

head, his deep eyes locking onto Frederick's. "When do you think a woman would tell you she doesn't love you

you've come to the right expert. Generally, there are two scenarios. One, she's teasing you,

the second?"

she's truly given up on

amusement. “So, tell

words, his gaze

Frederick realized the gravity of the situation. "What happened? Did Cynthia Lynwood say

snapped up, his eyes blazing as he stared at Frederick. After a long pause, he finally spoke, his voice tight with emotion:

slightly, "Ah, so it's... wait, Serena said she doesn't love you? Is that why you're like this? Aaron, are

glanced at Frederick,