Dear Husband (VegasPete)

Chapter 5

He had another nightmare.

Vegas finally got to sleep early, only to wake up from the same nightmare. He reluctantly got out of bed while scratching his hair in frustration. Dragging his feet, he went to the bathroom then washed his face in the sink. He hated his reflection in the mirror.

It was in this bathroom that he found his father's body, dismembered and hidden in a cardboard box as if it were some kind of trash ready to be thrown away. How his father got to his house, he didn't even know.

He had been at a party the night before and had gotten drunk as punishment for himself for having his name finally excluded from the family succession. Pete was out of town for work and Nop was on leave, with no one around to pick him up, he recalled his drunk body being dragged by their housekeeper who suddenly disappeared after testifying that he left Vegas home alone.

CCTV showed his father coming to his house not long after the housekeeper left the house. His father had never once been to their house, but he knew the password to their door and entered the house without a hitch. His father was not seen again until his body was finally found with Vegas in his bathroom. The succession fight made his relationship with his father so bad at the time that no one believed the evidence was manipulated.

After that, everything happened so fast. More evidence pointed to Vegas and he was arrested. Everyone turned back on him, including his own younger brother who also believed Vegas actually killed their father. Only Pete stayed with him, even deciding to quit his job so he could focus on the case.

Vegas sighed loudly. His bedroom actually seemed haunted to him. He was sure he was having nightmares from sleeping in the room where his father was murdered. On certain days, he preferred to sleep on the sofa in the cold living room. It wasn't comfortable, but he preferred sleeping outside his room if it meant he could sleep soundly.

His sleepiness disappeared so he decided to hang out on the terrace near the living room. He made sure to make a quick trip to the fridge to grab a can of beer to drink while looking at the night sky.

He had never done this before. Relaxing in his own home drinking beer and stargazing alone on a Friday night. His life was wild, even after marriage, he was hardly at home. It was ironic for him to finally get what he deserved as a result of his dishonorable hobby.

"Can't sleep?"

Vegas almost choked on his beer, "Pete?"

Pete, in a flesh, wearing pajamas at 3am was something he didn't expect to see.

The man saw the drink in Vegas' hand and decided to take one from the refrigerator before joining Vegas on the balcony. He opened the can and drank it quietly under Vegas' persistent gaze. After a few sips, he finally looked at Vegas, "I thought you said you were going to sleep early."

"That's the plan." Vegas replied, "I just can't sleep well."

"Hmm..." Pete's eyes wandered elsewhere, "Maybe it's because you're used to being awake at this hour."

Vegas forced a grin. Pete emphasized almost the same thing when he saw Vegas enter the house last night, "How about you? I'm off work tomorrow but you're not."

"I have a lot to think about tomorrow." Pete rolled his eyes, "Thanks to you."

"You're welcome." Vegas chuckled. He was quite happy that Pete was starting to think about his advice about his work.

"Shut up." Pete replied annoyingly.

Vegas let out a small laugh as he sipped his beer. Maybe it was the time or the alcohol on their hands but their atmosphere felt lighter than usual.