The next morning, Vincent woke up with a pounding headache. He stared blankly at the empty room, then glanced down at his wrinkled shirt.In the past, whenever he came home drunk, I would always take care of him.Then, there was nothing.After washing up, he walked into the dining room, where I was quietly drinking my coffee.Out of habit, he came up behind me and wrapped his arms around my waist, resting his chin against my shoulder like he always did."Bella, where's my coffee?"I shifted slightly, avoiding his touch."I didn't make any."His smile froze, and a flicker of irritation passed through his eyes."Don't take what happened yesterday too seriously," he said, his tone impatient, as if trying to coax me. "I had to go along with her, it's just business. You promised me you'd behave. Don't make a scene, alright?"I looked up at him calmly. "Alright."He paused, clearly caught off guard.It seemed he had not expected me to be so calm.After a moment of silence, Vince
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