His father's death would have been a relief but it turned out to be a pain in the ass, the beginning of endless paperwork and requirements that probably made the old man laugh as he continued to interfere in Robert's life.

He got married almost immediately when he realized he needed a wife, a pretty model and writer or something like that, they began trying to have an heir as soon as their marriage was valid, but months had passed and there were no results.

Everything felt wrong, almost sickening. Her participation was reduced to being there, willing. Robert did all the work, but while he tried to improve the atmosphere, his conscience wouldn't let him move forward. “I'm sorry, it's not working. We can try again later”

He whispered, rolling over to his side of the bed with a sigh. The ceiling he had analyzed so many times almost stared back at him with disappointment.