Chapter 36

Nathan

When I came back home yesterday, I drank some more whiskey as I couldn't stop thinking about Layla. Miranda only returned a few hours later and not once did she ask me why I was drinking again. It actually felt like she just doesn't doesn't give a fuck anymore.

While I get ready for work, she's already awake, her back resting against the headboard while she types and scrolls on her phone. She scoffs so many times and sounds so bitter when she chuckles. I don't even want to ask what she's looking at.

"What the hell is wrong with these people?" she finally says, looking in my direction.

"What are you talking about?" I ask, watching her through the mirror as I reach for my necktie.

"There's so much crap going on. Almost every gossip media site is talking about that bitch and her ugly dress from Saturday evening. Why is everyone sucking up to her? Is it because her boyfriend is Louis Lindgren?"

"Is that why you're so upset?"

"I'm visiting these sites to read some gossi