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It had taken some effort, but Emma had finally managed to get her husband, Jason, to bed.
“He’ll never learn,” Rob laughed as he and Emma made their way back downstairs.
“Aww, bless him. He’s been working so much lately. Poor thing must be exhausted.” She tried to sound affectionate, but the truth was, she was annoyed.
Tonight was supposed to be a fun, lively house party—a chance to catch up with friends, laugh, and drink long into the night. Instead, it had been a complete flop. It wasn’t even midnight, and only she and Rob remained. Sure, Jason had been overworked since his promotion, but that didn’t excuse him getting hammered within hours. He had been throwing back shots like a man on a mission, despite the fact that he famously couldn’t handle his liquor. The results were as predictable as they were humiliating: he insulted one of her friends and her husband, spilled a drink on another, and vomited in the kitchen before passing out on the stairs.
To make matters worse
