She Became Rich After Divorce by Georgina Lane

Chapter 648: He Had Been So Drunk and Obsessed

Omari blamed his father for making them, mother and son, wander around for over a decade, resulting in his mother's demise.

Little did he know, Hayden's mother led a glamorous life as a wealthy socialite but remained a widow at heart.

Omari resented his father for forcing him to marry a man he didn't love, just as he himself had to marry the President's daughter, Emily, whom he had no affection for.

In this regard, he handled it more confidently than Omari, for he was always devoid of emotions.

Love and affection were mere childish and naive matters, far less significant than personal gain.

To him, Omari's willingness to offend the Lara and Weaver families for a trivial Cheyenne was downright foolish.

At the same time, he secretly wished for Omari to continue being "foolish" like this.

The worse Omari's reputation, the better it was for him.

Hayden had left.

Leon hesitated outside the door for a while before finally deciding to go in. Leaning on his cane, he pushed open the door and entered the dimly lit room, filled with the scent of alcohol. "Why isn't the light on?" he asked.

Before the words even left his mouth, a pair of bloodshot eyes filled with crimson looked towards him, causing Leon's heart to skip a beat in fright.

Calmly, he pressed the light switch on the wall, instantly brightening up the room with the piercing glare from the crystal chandelier.

As someone who had just emerged from the darkness of the night, his pupils shrank momentarily, and his charming eyes narrowed to slits as he looked at the newcomer.

The room was filled with the stench of alcohol and littered with empty bottles.

Leon, grudgingly using his cane to clear a path through the bottles blocking his way, made his unsteady way towards Omari.

Seeing him with a filthy face and disheveled clothes, looking despairing and dejected, Leon felt a mix of anger and heartache.

beloved woman's son.

will you? Is it meaningful to keep drowning yourself in alcohol? Is it?" He even felt the urge to use his precious

"Crash..."

a loud

it meaningful to sacrifice your own will for the sake of personal gain, even if it means compromising your entire life? Is that meaningful?" His voice reverberated

anger boiling within. How dare

uncontrollably. His irritation caused a pain in his chest, reminding

said, "You knew perfectly well that Cheyenne is the one I love." "You knew

my father and because you used your illness and her safety

me being too softhearted, too compassionate. For the rest of my life, I can only be controlled

marriage as such tragedy, as if it was a hopeless path of no return, and he couldn't help but feel that it

worthy of you." "As for Cheyenne... her status is too low. Even if you don't marry Miss Weaver, I won't allow you to

I have

the forest by 7:30. The wedding ceremony will officially begin at 9

don't forget Cheyenne is

use this reason to provoke Omari, but unfortunately, Omari was consumed by grief and couldn't pay attention to anything other than this name. After saying these harsh words,

he was separated from his lover. He had also been intoxicated and obsessed with grief. Time rewinds to Akloit,

lived for half a lifetime, and this was only the second time she had been to

was because Graeme

had

men and women danced under the rotating colorful lights, oblivious to

men in the crowd, despite wearing a conservative black

than a glimpse

the square

skin visible was her. slender

vel.r

as she walked gracefully in

and petite. Coupled with her cute and elegant

dress clung to