“Alright, I’ll fetch you some,” Christopher said. In no time, he came back with two bottles of red wine and vodka.
Having worked in the line of sales that involved a lot of socializing in the past, I had built up a strong tolerance for alcohol. As such, I was still rather sober after downing half a bottle of wine. As I tried to gulp down the remaining liquid, Christopher swiftly removed the bottle from my hand.
He stared deep into my eyes as he chided, “Binge drinking is bad for you.” A glint of sorrow flashed across his eyes.
“Please let me drink. You see, I’ve had a crush on Lyle for ten years, and married him for two. Why is it that in his eyes, I’m nothing but a whore? Tell me, what have I done wrong?”
Christopher finally relented and handed the wine bottle back to me. As I resumed my drinking, I started telling him my story with Lyle; how I used to have a secret crush on him, how he always humiliated me, and how he then dangled hope in front of me.
Lyle, you’re so cruel. Why did you marry me if you didn’t love me? Why do you always give me new hopes when I think all is lost, only to crush them all by having an affair?
“Stop thinking about him. You can think about me from now on!” Christopher declared while holding out a wine glass to drink with me. I chuckled at his response, wanting to drown in his kindness.
I kept singing the song “Tomorrow Will Be A Good Day” while wiping away my tears. It’ll indeed be nice if I wake up to a good day tomorrow. “Christopher, sing with me. Sing ‘Tomorrow Will Be A Good Day’ for me, please.”
After becoming a little tipsy, I started loosening up. I knew he wouldn’t hurt me; I felt safe around him. It had been a long time since I was able to just be a girl around a man.
Christopher had an attractively dulcet and husky voice when he sang. When his gaze turned to me, he looked just like Prince Charming coming to life.
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