Chapter 93 Lucas's Pov I barely registered the blur of movement across the street, just a hazy figure that looked a lot like Sienna. But I was far too drunk to care, too drunk to even think clearly. The bar was loud, the dim lights seemed to pulse with each beat of the music, and the clinking of glasses around me felt muffled. I was buried in the weight of my own thoughts, drowning in frustration, stress, and alcohol. The thought of the wedding, my job, the dwindling state of my career, all of it spiraled around me until the drink in my hand was the only thing keeping me grounded.Somewhere in my intoxicated mind, I realized that if I didn’t act fast, I’d lose everything. I needed money, not only to keep Lisa but to make this wedding happen, to prove that I still had everything under control. I fumbled with my phone, scrolling through numbers and contacts, and eventually made the rash decision to request a loan from the bank.The next morning, I woke up to a splitting headache, m
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