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Eight: Drunk Wife

"You're Liam, my husband, it's not the other Liam, right?" she kept saying as she pointed at my nose. 

"What are you talking about?" I groaned and looked away, for I could smell the alcohol coming from her mouth.

"You are my husband, right?" she laughed and held my face pinching my cheeks.

"I was wrong but you will forgive me, right?" she said.

I gulped and drew a long deep sigh. I didn't want to waste my time with her. Well, yeah, I'm not the other Liam anymore, I'm not your best friend anymore, Farrah, so...better get back to your senses and go fucking leave me alone. 

I pulled away from her hands on my face and left but my eyes widened in horror when I felt her jumped on my back. 

The heck! I was carrying her.

"Hey! You..." I couldn't continue my words when her other hands wrapped around my neck while the other pointed on my lips and then she hissed, "Shhh," she said and then whispered in my ear, "I'm happy you came,

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