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Regret (Modern)(Arno X Reader)

Today was filled with regret, anger, sadness. I hated it. Every moment yesterday piled onto the despair and unhappiness that I faced now.

"Another Fireball, sir?" The bartender asked politely. Yes, I'm at a tavern. I usually drink sangria or wine, but I've decided to get a little drunk today and treat myself to some glasses of Fireball Whiskey. Entire, full, bottles. I've had three so far. Or was it six? I cannot remember.

Anyway, I can't get past the pain and grief I've caused myself and my love. I can't believe I even did that, now that I look back on it.....

[Flashback Initiated]

Work sucked. Not a soul walked in or even looked through the window. No one called, either! I felt like an absolute failure. So, to ease my troubles, I went down to the strip club. 

I got drunk. Too many shots of tequila really got to me. Everyone started looking hot, even the disgusting-looking male bartenders. When I get drunk, I flirt with the closest person available in my radius. Translation: I'm a total dick when I'm intoxicated.

This caused me to flirt with some of the strippers and....well...you know. "Personal time" went into effect for about an hour. What I didn't realize is that they were charging my card.

Then I went home. Apparently my wife, Y-n, was already home from work. Ma chérie, my goddess, my everything.

"Ah, Je vois que tu es à la maison, oh belle femme de mien~" (Ah, I see you're home, oh beautiful wife of mine~) I slurred, staggering over to (Y/n) and placing sloppy kisses to her neck and face. She shoved me off.

"Don't pull that innocent shit with me, Arno! I know what you did, just leave!" (Y/n) yelled at me. She was angry, which left me confused and stunned. Why was she pissed?!

"Quoi que tu m'écuses, Je peux vous assurer que Je ne le faisais pas." (Whatever you're accusing me of, I can assure you I did not do it.) I told her, taking an experimental step towards her. Y-n scoffed while pushing me away once more.

"Arno! Don't you have the audacity to lie to me?! You speak French when you're drunk!" (Y/n) shouted, and cringed at the fact that I smelled like a nasty concoction of sweat, tequila, whiskey, and cheap cologne. "You think your credit card records are lying to me as well?! And I called the bakery, they said you left early without clocking out!" She continued, ferociously pointing at the screen of our desktop computer, now on an idle screen.

My credit card records!

I read what my records said:

Three sessions of private intimacy.........59.99

Oh no. Y-n found out. I'm in some serious sh-

"Arno, we had a perfect life! You can't decide just because work is a pain in your drunk French ass that you can go spending money like that! Or even at fucking strip clubs! What would Elisé think, huh?! You think you made her proud yet?!" Y-n snapped at me, tears brimming her eyes. It destroyed me. I had hurt her, broke her. She's so broken she brought Elisé into this. She knows that's my weakness, my sensitive conversational spot. "What would your father think?! You promised to avenge him, to seek vengeance for his death, something you've yet to achieve! I don't think you're ever gonna have that chance ever again. Not after what you've just done, no." Y-n scolded me. I stood there wide-eyed, not knowing what to say or do. I was frozen.