Chapter Eighty

NIKOLAI

A few hours ago.

Nikolai received a lunch invitation that he badly wanted to decline. It wasn’t even sent in a text message. Someone sent him an invitation with not much detail. It simply wrote:

‘La Château Gourmet. 11:30 am sharp. See you there, Nicky.’

-J

There’s no better reason for such an invitation. It was merely for dramatic effect. Nikolai knew well that it was Juliette. He had been living all his life unaware of this woman’s existence and now, she’s popping out of nowhere in the most inconvenient time. That’s enough reason not to like her.

He received endless phone calls and text messages. Nikolai didn’t even bother opening his email fearing that he might really lose track of things to do. At the moment, he’s helplessly drowning. A little more push and he might really sink.

All he wanted to do was go back to that vacation and spend another day with his wife and son. Nikolai tried closing his eyes and imagined the green trees and the crystal ocean. He got all this mone