Chapter Thirty-Two

Still hurled up in between empty bottles of alcohol I felt miserable. I can't do it, not anymore.

Looking back, I realized I acted rashly without even thinking twice.

How was I going to face her? Especially after knowing she wasn't really with that man that day.

Guilty washed through my veins. If only I had saw through everything first before concluding.

“Fuck.” I pressed hard on my temples.

I raised the last bottle of alcohol to my lips. Nothing came out, I threw my head backwards hitting the bottom of the bottle with my left hand, still nothing flowed out.

I hissed In frustration and kept the bottle down. I took out my phone and called Amad. The same Amad I punched in the face yesterday.

“Tell the maids to send me more drinks.” I said briefly and hung up.

That I called him dosen't mean I've forgiven him yet. I still feel the urge of beating the shit out of him each time I recall his confession.

My door opened without a knock first.

On a normal day when I wasn't in this state, I woul