Where Petals of Vengeance Bloom novel Chapter 361

For more than a month, Claire had spent her days at home, quietly embroidering, blissfully unaware of everything going on outside her small world.

Vincent Lewis, however, hadn’t been nearly so lucky.

He was supposed to be handling Asher’s divorce case—a golden ticket, or so he thought, to finally turn his luck around. Vincent had pinned all his hopes on winning that lawsuit, collecting the million-dollar attorney’s fee Asher had promised, and leaving his humiliating days of scraping by behind him.

But Asher had vanished without a trace. No matter how many times Vincent called, he only ever got a disconnected line. The silence was agonizing. If he lost this case, he’d be right back where he started—scrounging for scraps, living hand-to-mouth.

Just as despair began to set in, Vincent ran into Asher by pure chance on the street.

It took him a moment to even recognize his client. Asher had gained so much weight in such a short time that Vincent nearly walked right past him. Thankfully, despite the added heft, Asher’s features hadn’t changed much.

Vincent stared in disbelief at Asher, who was struggling to catch his breath with every step. “Asher? What the hell happened to you? It’s only been a month—how did you end up like this?”

Asher wanted nothing more than to disappear. He’d always been a little vain, proud of his looks—the heartthrob of his class, once upon a time. Now, he looked like a greasy, bloated mess, and he could barely stand to look at himself, let alone be seen by anyone else.

Worse still, he’d lost his job. Apart from his wife, he had nothing left.

Without saying a word, Asher glanced at Vincent, his eyes dull, and shuffled off in the direction of home, looking as if he could barely put one foot in front of the other.

Vincent hurried after him. “Asher, didn’t we agree over a month ago that I’d help you with the divorce? Why did you suddenly vanish? Where the hell have you been?”

“What I do is none of your business. Leave me alone,” Asher muttered wearily, his voice barely more than a breath. Even talking seemed to drain what little energy he had left.