My One And Only

On receiving Madison’s text, Tinsley stopped doing everything as she lost interest to do almost anything but worry.

Her heart was racing as she saw how the press was wild outside the Wilson Oil Headquarter on her phone.

She saw Kian and Madison walk away. Her heart broke watching the scene. She saw how sad and remorseful he looked.

Her heart was crying for him, not being able to be with him, walking alongside him, giving her shoulder for his support, to lean on.

Sitting on the edge of the balcony, she could not help but wonder how was he… what had happened inside the conference hall.

Worst of all, she could not help but feel her to be the reason behind all of these… for all of his losses.

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Madison landed her Range Rover to Kian saying that she had two other cars to drive around.

He only accepted it after a heavy argument. Of course, Madison did not leave any grounds untouched to persuade him into accepting it.

So after giving him the Rover, she left for home in a taxi. He needed some time alone to think to start from where.

He had a lot on his plate at the moment. One of the major being to dispose of the news to his new wife… someone whom he had forgotten even existed until the moment he got the notice to empty his mansion.

He had no clue or any idea how she was going to react but he cared very little about that.

In these times, when he was alone and had no one by his side… where he was to be blamed solely for his poverty-stricken position at the moment… he wanted to blame all of it on someone else other than him.

It was seven in the evening and his mind was numb from drinking to bidding farewell to all his righteous senses.

It was a low rated pub on the outskirts of the city. Ten years ago, he would never have set a foot in such a place but here he was.

Destiny played people cruelly. Some people do bring bad luck to others and everyone they get close to.

On this whole process, he could not pinpoint what his mistakes were… where did he go wrong??

He just tried to rescue a woman whom he had started liking, who had no one except for him… what did he do wrong in that??

Why was his aunt so angry about all of it?? Why did she get so cruel to the point of taking away his last name??

He was never the one to think and ponder about meaningless thoughts but with having nothing to think about but his losses and the alcohol getting heavy inside his system, he was having a moment of depression.

He had no wish to go anywhere… or talk to anyone. All he wanted was to drink away in his grief and sorrow.

A man that had lost his everything… everything that he had built for fifteen long years in a blip… even the strongest of soul would have doubts about themselves.

Once a multi-billionaire, now left with nothing, not even one hundred thousand.

A few couples of thousand dollars, he had asked Madison to buy them a cosy apartment in the city.

If it were to be him, he would not bother buying one but then he had a wife to look after now.

And that was where all the problems lied, he would not be able to look at her and not be reminded that it was her… rescuing her cost him every other thing he held dear to himself.

So he had no wish to go home and face her or talk to her. Would she even understand??

Would she even get the depth of his sorrow??

She obviously would not for she was born and raised in riches. How could she ever understand??

He wanted to bang his head against the wall but he knew that one moment or other, he would have to face the reality… confront his wife.

So with laggy steps, he walked up to his car and started the engine to the mansion.

On the way, his mind was completely frozen and dense. He could just fall asleep anywhere but he needed to drive.

When he did reach home safely, the guards came forward and helped him out. They carried him to the mansion.

He stopped them when he saw his elegant wife, sitting on the dining table with a glass of rich wine, her face watching the glass.

She was not aware of his arrival… too lost in her trains of thoughts. Kian lazily walked up to her crossing the living room.

The guards and the maids left the arena giving the couple their much-needed privacy.

“Look at my wife, savouring the rich wine while her husband lost everything he owned!!”

Kian’s voice made Tinsley turn around and look at him. He was drunk, his hairs were dishevelled, a cruel sad smile plastered on his tired face.This belongs to NôvelDrama.Org.

“Kian…”

She called out for him with pain. She could not bear to look at him that way. So hopeless… so torn apart.

“No no… do not touch me!!! Keep your hands away from me!!”

He shoed away her hands when she attempted to hold him close. He was barely standing straight.

“Let me, please… You will lose balance.”

Tinsley pleaded, trying to get ahold of him. Madison did warn her things to be in not good condition but not that worst.

“I have enough bad luck touching me, thank you!!”

He blurted out and it hit Tinsley right away. It was the same thing her late father used to say whenever he lost a deal, looking at her with so much disgust as if she was the reason behind it.

And now hearing from the man… who was her husband… whom she loved, it stroke her like a bullet.

She looked away to control the tears of hurt and ache and walked forward to help him even though he protested.

“You are drunk and speaking gibberish.”