Chapter Thirty-nine

Damien made his way towards his sleek car, his eyes brushed past his loyal driver, who had hurriedly approached the vehicle at the sight of his boss. With a dismissive wave of his hand, he signaled that he would be driving himself today. The driver nodded respectfully and retreated, leaving Damien alone with his thoughts. He stretched to drop the small bag he had packed some clothes in inside the car, but the bag slipped from his grasp and hit the ground with a thud. Damien glanced at it briefly before picking it up, contemplating the escape it promised. He then shook off the notion and climbed into the car. The engine roared to life, drowning out the whirlwind of thoughts in his mind.

Damien drove out of the grand entrance of his luxurious house, his mind heavy with conflicting emotions. The weight of impending fatherhood loomed over him, suffocating his desire for freedom. As Damien leaves the house, he felt a pang of guilt but quickly brushes it aside. He never wanted a wife, neve