It had been 3 years now...Or was it maybe more? He couldn't remember. He'd spent almost every waking moment since his fake death wallowing.
He took occupancy in one of the one bedroom condos at Luks Condos as he decided a form of separation to get his head on right would be the best thing for their family. He was in a dark place, the last drop of the bottom of an empty bottle, and he couldn't claw his way out because he didn't even want to.
He should have been happy.
He still had his wife, his partner, and their two beautiful boys. He put on a strained smile and pretended to be happy for the times he was in their presence.
But there was a self-loathing, a distaste for himself and what his life had become that he couldn't shake.
Alger wanted to be Alper Ergin the Second again, the face of Koch Holdings before his other siblings could bring it to ruin....Not Algernon Falconne, both his partner's cousin and Anya's secret husband, so to speak.
Sometimes, he wished he had died, because then he wouldn't feel so conflicted.
He took occupancy in one of the one bedroom condos at Luks Condos as he decided a form of separation to get his head on right would be the best thing for their family. He was in a dark place, the last drop of the bottom of an empty bottle, and he couldn't claw his way out because he didn't even want to.
He should have been happy.
He still had his wife, his partner, and their two beautiful boys. He put on a strained smile and pretended to be happy for the times he was in their presence.
But there was a self-loathing, a distaste for himself and what his life had become that he couldn't shake.
Alger wanted to be Alper Ergin the Second again, the face of Koch Holdings before his other siblings could bring it to ruin....Not Algernon Falconne, both his partner's cousin and Anya's secret husband, so to speak.
Sometimes, he wished he had died, because then he wouldn't feel so conflicted.