Seeing Carlos sleep peacefully in the back seat of her car pissed Ivy off immensely. “A bastard like you does not deserve such luxury.” She muttered, her voice laced with contempt. Her gaze shifted to the bottle of water in the cup holder compartment of her car and for a moment, she contemplated drowning him with it but on second thought, that would do nothing but ruin the seat of her car.Ivy nudged him gently and once he was half awake, she pulled him up and helped him into the house. Carlos fell to the couch, muttering inaudible words as he took off his shirt and shoes before falling unconscious again- this wasn't a new sight to her. In the few years they had been married, she had always had to clean up after him whenever he returned from his galavanting, reeking of alcohol. This time, she wasn't that same old Valerie who wouldn't mind such a chore. It also was no surprise to her that Carlos took the effort to change the decor of the house. From the couch to the paint, even the
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