Chapter 132 Party

Doctor Jamal stepped out of the lounge, his mind still clouded with grief and frustration. The cool night air brushed against his face, but it did little to soothe him. The city’s vibrant nightlife was alive, people bustling in and out of nearby venues, the hum of chatter and music filling the streets. He shoved his hands into his pockets, preparing to leave and return to his quiet, empty home when something—or rather someone—caught his eye. Inside a dimly lit strip club across the street, a flash of ginger hair stopped him in his tracks. His heart skipped a beat, and for a fleeting moment, he was transported back in time. His late wife had the same fiery locks, a cascade of copper that shimmered in the sunlight. The resemblance, even from afar, was uncanny.