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I was on my way home early to surprise my husband, my heart lighter than it had been in weeks. My business trip to Sydney ended a full day sooner than expected.I missed Ryan so much that all I could think about was running into his arms and losing myself in his warmth. It had been a long, exhausting trip filled with meetings and pressure. Now, all I wanted was to be with him.I thought I would finally have a week off from work. As the Chief Editor at The Moo’s publishing company, rest was a luxury I rarely enjoyed. Deadlines, endless pressures and expectations were endless. Still, I was hoping to get a week off from work.Soon, my work phone rang, slicing through the calm of my taxi ride."Yes, Mr. Peter," I said, keeping my voice calm and professional. "I will be at the office tomorrow morning. I will prepare all the reports for the new CEO. Yes, I will print them on paper."I stayed polite throughout the call, even as irritation tightened my jaw, and I was rolling my eyes. The new

I gritted my teeth so hard it hurt, biting back every scream I wanted to let out. I couldn't wait to tear these two cheating bastards apart. Ryan and my own best friend Oliver, but at the same time, I had this sick feeling twisted in my gut because I knew they were gaslighting me, trying to twist my mind around. They kept acting like this whole "open relationship" nonsense was totally normal, something everyone did these days, and that I was the crazy, unreasonable one for not just smiling and accepting it like some doormat. They painted it as if I was overreacting, blowing everything out of proportion, but unluckily for them, I wasn't some fool who could be manipulated that easily. I saw right through their lies, and it made my blood boil even hotter.I glared straight at Ryan, my finger jabbing the air like a dagger pointed right at his lying face. "This is NOT over yet, you useless bastard!" I spat the words out with all the venom I had pent up inside. "I will divorce you, I swear

My jaw dropped as soon as the question left his lips. Where was the customary "Hello?" or "Who are you?" Wasn't that how you were supposed to greet someone you've never met? Heck, I wouldn't even be surprised if this man started cursing at me out of the blue since he looked half-drunk already.'Is this just him slurring out nonsense because he's drunk?' I thought for a moment, but then eliminated the idea. I don't think so. He's drunk, but not THAT drunk.There was a long uneasy silence between us. The young man didn't seem to care. He simply raised his hand and drank the remaining bourbon in the bottle. Once he realized there was no more left inside the bottle, he tossed it on the carpet under his shoes and started looking around—for more. He clicked his tongue and muttered, "Tsk, should've bought more."The man's eyes darted back to me, and I was still standing at the door warily. His eyes lit up as he saw the wine bottle I was holding in my hand. "Did you come to bring me some? Swe

I watched as the young man got up and reached for the bag of wine I'd reluctantly shared. He pulled out one of the bottles, saw the label, and chuckled, showing his pearly-white teeth. "Heh, what a strong wine you've got here. You really want to get blackout drunk, huh?"He then opened two bottles of wine with practiced ease and handed me one like a gentleman. "Here's yours. I'm guessing you have a lot of reasons to drink right now. You must be exhausted from everything weighing on your mind. Get drunk with me and forget about all of it, alright?"I hesitated for a second. After all, getting drunk with a stranger wasn't the safest thing in the world. But his gaze was reassuring, as if wordlessly telling me that everything would be fine.At least for tonight.I bravely grabbed the bottle and took one big gulp without even thinking twice. I winced when I felt the burn as the alcohol hit my throat. But that quickly faded, and I was soon relaxed enough to continue drinking.This time, I s