[Warning: Domestic violence. If you get triggered by this kind of scene, please do yourself a favor. Skip the chapter.]
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"Rosa! Rosa!!" He stumbled but caught himself on the console table. He had been drinking because he won on the baccarat table. He was lucky on his first time to sit on the highest betting table at the gambling den.
It was a good thing that he didn't listen to his paranoid brain about not going through his scheduled game just because he met his son-in-law in the lobby of the hotel. He didn't expect to see Matthew there and when he did, he thought it was some kind of divine intervention to not gamble that day.
He chuckled to himself at how superstitious he was when it came to gambling. The complete opposite of how he approached his business.
"Rosa!" He screamed as he took off his shoes and hurled them across the room because he had been shouting yet his wife hadn't shown her face.
