Chapter 124 Bitter Morning

• With doubt still clouding his mind, Edwin quickly showered, wore something casual, and headed for the deck, sunglasses shielding his eyes from the brutal morning light. The fresh sea air did little to clear his muddled thoughts as he made his way toward the breakfast buffet.
• He froze mid-step when he spotted them.
• Lance and the blonde woman—Tatiana—sat at a corner table on the sundeck. She leaned in close, laughing at something Lance said, her hand resting casually on his forearm. The morning sunlight caught in Lance's golden hair, creating a halo effect that seemed cruelly ironic given the circumstances. Edwin's stomach clenched, a physical ache spreading through his chest as he watched them together, so casual, so normal—everything he and Lance could never publicly be.