The Bride Widow
Chapter 140: Ch 140: The decision should be made - Part 1

Chapter 140: Ch 140: The decision should be made - Part 1

Daniel sat at his desk, his head in his hands, the weight of his collapsing world pressing heavily on him. He couldn’t remember the last time he had felt even remotely in control. Calls from his company detailing financial losses, whispers about his failed marriage circulating through his social circles, and the relentless guilt gnawing at him made each passing moment unbearable.

"Dad?" James’s small voice pulled him from his spiral of despair.

Daniel glanced up to see his son standing in the doorway, clutching a toy car. James’s face was etched with concern far too heavy for a child his age.

"What is it, James?" Daniel asked, trying to sound composed but failing miserably.

James stepped closer, his eyes wide. "You look sad, Dad. Can I help?"

The simple, innocent question struck a nerve. Daniel clenched his fists, overwhelmed by the crushing realization that even his child could sense his unraveling. "No, James," he snapped, his voice harsher than he intended. "You can’t help with this!"

James flinched, his small frame recoiling. Tears welled in his eyes, and he muttered a shaky, "Sorry, Dad," before turning to leave.

Regret slammed into Daniel like a freight train. "James, wait!" he called, standing and rushing to his son. He knelt down, placing his hands gently on the boy’s shoulders. "I’m sorry, buddy. I didn’t mean to yell. It’s not your fault. None of this is your fault."

James sniffled, nodding slightly, but the hurt lingered in his eyes. Daniel hugged him tightly, silently berating himself. He couldn’t even keep his temper in check for the sake of his son.

Once James had calmed and gone back to his room, Daniel sat back down, staring at the wall. He felt more unstable than ever, teetering on the edge of a breakdown. He needed support—something, someone to ground him.

That’s when Sharon came to mind.

He remembered the easy companionship they’d once shared. If anyone could help him find his footing again, it was her. With renewed determination, Daniel grabbed his car keys and drove to the apartment Sharon had moved into.

She opened the door cautiously when he knocked, her expression a mix of surprise and weariness. "Daniel? What are you doing here?"

"I need you, Sharon," he said bluntly, his voice cracking slightly. "Everything’s falling apart, and I can’t do this alone. Please... come back."

Sharon blinked, clearly taken aback. "Daniel, I..." She sighed deeply, stepping out onto the porch to talk to him more privately. "I feel for you. I really do. But we both know this isn’t right. I can’t come back. Not like this."

"Sharon, please," he pleaded, his desperation palpable. "I need you. James needs you."

Her expression softened, but she shook her head. "James doesn’t need me. He needs a stable father, and you need to figure out how to be that for him. I can’t save you, Daniel. You have to save yourself."

Her words, though gentle, cut deep. Daniel nodded numbly, retreating to his car.

On the drive back, his thoughts churned with hopelessness. He felt utterly defeated, lost in his own failure. That’s when he saw Clair. She was walking purposefully along the sidewalk near a café, her presence commanding and sharp even from a distance.

On impulse, Daniel pulled over and approached her. Clair noticed him immediately, her sharp gaze narrowing.

"Daniel," she said coolly. "Didn’t expect to see you here."

"I need help," he admitted, swallowing his pride. "Everything’s falling apart, and I don’t know what to do anymore."

Clair studied him for a moment, her expression unreadable. Then, with a tilt of her head, she gestured for him to follow her to a nearby bench.

"Help doesn’t come for free," she said, her tone measured. "And if I were to help you, it wouldn’t be for your benefit."

"What do you mean?" Daniel asked, his voice wary.

Clair leaned forward slightly, her eyes piercing. "You need stability, Daniel. But let’s be real—your marriage to Anabella was doomed from the start. If you want to salvage what’s left of your life, you need to let her go. Divorce her and make things official with your current mate."

Daniel stiffened, his jaw tightening. "You think I haven’t considered that? But divorcing Anabella would make me look—"

"Like you’ve taken responsibility," Clair interrupted, her voice firm. "Right now, you’re in limbo. You’ve alienated Anabella, and you’re clinging to a mate who clearly doesn’t respect you. End it with Anabella officially, marry your mate, and rebuild from there. It’s your only viable option."

He shook his head, reluctant to agree. "Why are you telling me this? What do you gain from it?"

Clair smirked faintly, leaning back. "Let’s just say I have a vested interest in ensuring Anabella moves on from you. And if that means helping you clean up your mess, so be it."

Daniel was silent, the weight of her words settling over him. He hated the idea of giving up entirely, but Clair’s logic was hard to ignore.

"I’ll think about it," he said finally, his voice low.

Clair nodded, standing. "Do that. But don’t take too long, Daniel. Time isn’t exactly on your side."

As she walked away, Daniel sat frozen on the bench, his mind racing. For the first time in a long while, he felt the stirrings of a decision—one that might either save him or seal his fate.

Daniel entered his house with a heavy sigh, the weight of the day pressing firmly on his shoulders. As he stepped into the living room, the familiar scent of his mother’s perfume mixed with a hint of something floral—Lola.

His jaw clenched as he caught sight of the two women sitting comfortably on his couch.

His mother sat with the air of authority she always carried, her sharp gaze assessing him as soon as he walked in. Lola, on the other hand, lounged as if she owned the place, flipping through a magazine, entirely oblivious to the tension in the room.

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