Chapter 166. Reggie

Tristan's POV

The study room felt smaller than usual. It wasn’t the size, the ceilings or the dark oak shelves lined with books I hadn’t touched in months, the faint scent of aged whiskey lingering in the air. It had always been my refuge. My control room where I had spent years building my company.

This evening already felt like a courtroom before the verdict as I walked out of my study room, down the hallway towards the lounge. I stood by the window, staring out into the dim stretch of my driveway, the world beyond it blurred by the weight pressing behind my eyes. My hand came up unconsciously, pressing against my chest. The ache was there again, it was dull and persistent, like something was tightening slowly around my ribs.

The knock on the door shook me out of my ache and thoughts, I saw a car parked behind mine in the driveway. I walked tow