I Love You, Juliette.

"I don't love you, "I slur in my drunken state.

In my daze, I could still see the hurt in her beautiful, big, honey-like eyes. I was expecting a slap. All she did was silently uncuff her wedding ring from her dainty fingers and placed it before me. The fire in her eyes made them water and the tears rained down her blushed cheeks.

"I know," She whimpered.

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