You deserve it.” Isabella hesitated but finally agreed. They dressed carefully and went to one of the city’s popular clubs.
The club was filled with loud music, flashing lights, and laughter. In another part of the city that same night, Kelvin, a 33-year-old millionaire, sat alone in his car with tears in his eyes. He was successful, wealthy, respected, and handsome, yet deeply wounded. His business partner had betrayed him, stealing company funds and fleeing, leaving Kelvin to face the consequences. Lost and despondent, he drove to a club and began drinking heavily in an attempt to drown his pain.
Later, his associates helped him upstairs to his private hotel suite above the club. He could barely walk. His eyes were red, his thoughts clouded.
Back downstairs, Isabella, wearing a simple black dress, began to feel unwell. Earlier she had taken
