Overwhelmed, Raphael sat on the edge of a flower bed, silent for a long while. Eventually, he mustered some energy, took a cigarette from his coat pocket, and began smoking it slowly.

His mind was cluttered with thoughts, primarily that Olivia was pregnant.

He closed his eyes. The thought of how quickly Olivia had moved on to be with Dylan and was now carrying his child felt like a betrayal.

Deep down, he still believed that he held a place in Olivia's heart.

He couldn't help but ridicule himself.

Olivia was pregnant and had postponed any travel plans.

On April 28th, she and Dylan held their engagement ceremony at the largest church in Duefron. The event was both simple and splendid, attended by all the notable figures of their social circle. Raphael was not among them.

He saw Olivia and Dylan's engagement photo in the newspaper. It was the first time he had seen her in a wedding dress, looking petite and charming beside Dylan.

Raising his glass, Raphael offered a bittersweet toast, "To the match made in heaven." He continued to drink one beer after another.

Despite his resentment towards Olivia, Raphael found himself wondering if they could have married after college had their family backgrounds been different.

Even without great wealth, he believed he could have taken good care of her.

But there were no such ifs in reality.

As the night deepened, he grew drunk. The manager, noticing his distress, sent a young escort to keep him company, who bore a slight resemblance to Olivia.

Raphael pressed her onto the sofa, his eyes red and intense.

The manager expected a romantic encounter to unfold. However, Raphael abruptly pushed the girl aside, breathing heavily and rambling, “She's getting married. How could she come here?"

Raphael then wrecked three private rooms at the club.

Regardless of his status, the manager felt compelled to call the police due to the destruction.

While at an engagement party, Edwin received a call from the police station. "Mr. Evans, your brother-in-law has been brought in again. Are you coming to bail him out?"

Edwin excused himself and found a quiet spot.

Annoyed, he snapped, “I'm at my sister's engagement party. My brother-in-law is right here with us. What other brother-in-law could you possibly mean?"

"The handsome guy. I think his name's Jones."

Raphael?

Edwin pressed his tongue against his cheek, thinking. Finally, he replied, “I'll be there soon." Then he hung up the phone.

Turning around, he noticed Laura behind him, her expression filled with concern.