Wrong marriage [+18]

Chapter 23

"Okay, just one more and I am going home"  I announced, attempting to maintain coherence, though the alcohol had been taking its toll for a while. Abi flashed me a smile as we downed another shot. Man, I'd almost forgotten how exhilarating it feels to let loose.

"That's what you keep saying for an hour now, doll" she laughed and placed the glass on the bar counter. I might've said something like that over the last few hours actually. But with my husband not bothering to contact me, I saw no rush to hurry home either. Not that I would've given a shit about him or anything.

"Hey there," I chuckled along with Abi when a voice I didn't recognize interrupted us from my right side. For a fleeting moment, I entertained the thought that it might be Pablo finally stepping up and showing some backbone. But as I turned towards the source of the sound on my stool, my hopes were dashed. The man before me was undeniably handsome, I had to admit.

His blond hair shimmered under the neon lights, framing a face radiating with confidence and charm. A bright smile illuminated his brown eyes. Damn, he was cute. Yet, something about him felt off to me. His eyes were warm brown, but I found myself yearning for the piercing gaze of icy green. Fuck, I must be way too intoxicated to be thinking like this.

"Um, hello," I muttered, avoiding his gaze and his presence altogether. I felt odd— was I going to throw up on him?

"I spotted you from my table and couldn't resist coming over. You're truly stunning," he complimented me, and I managed a forced smile before subtly displaying my wedding ring on my left hand. His eyes flicked to it, and his expression faltered.

"My apologies. Have a good night" he said with an embarrassed smile before making a quick exit. Thank goodness.

"Are you crazy, doll? That guy was smoking hot," Abi laughed beside me, but I just giggled, taking a sip from my Gin Tonic.

"Yeah, but not as hot as my husband though" I blurted out, laughing. I wasn't even sure what I was saying anymore and when I looked at Abi, she looked at me confused.

"Your husband?" she repeated, sounding incredulous.

"Yeah. But you know what he did last night? I was furious," I chuckled, but her expression turned serious at my words. In my drunken state, I'd forgotten I hadn't told anyone what had happened. If I were sober, I'd have kept it to myself.

"He wanted me to sign that consent paper, giving him permission to see other women. After he spent the whole night eye-fucking me. Can you believe the nerve?" I asked, disbelief coloring my tone, and her eyes widened, clearly taken aback by my confession. "And when I refused to sign it—because he didn't let me see Ethan either—he acted like a complete jerk" I wished I could forget his words, or even better, the entire night.

"He did what?" she asked, looking at me as if I'd lost my mind, and maybe I had a little. But with everything that had happened—first with Ethan, then with my brother, and now with Pablo—it was all too much for my brain to handle all at once.