His Knees, His Pleas, But Our Son's in Peace

Chapter 89

I woke up the next morning with a heavy head and a deep sense of regret. The sun was shining too brightly through the curtains, and I groaned, shielding my eyes with my hand. My mouth was dry, my thoughts hazy, and then the memories of the previous day came

flooding back.]

I sat up slowly, trying to piece together the events of the day before. The laughter, the clinking glasses, and the way I had let my emotions take control all came rushing back to me. How could I have allowed myself to get so carried away? A wave of embarrassment washed over me, and I buried my face in my hands.[]

I had definitely caused a scene at Johnson PACK. Yes, I'd gotten drunk, but it wasn't just the alcohol that was the problem. []

I had taken my revenge, though the details were a bit hazy. What really happened? I wasn't sure how much people knew, but I could feel the weight of it hanging over me.]

As I sat there, trying to piece everything together, a message popped up on my phone. It was from the training academy-an official confirmation that Cyrus had been sent off for his professional training.

I exhaled in relief. At least something good had come out of all the chaos. He needed this, a chance to focus on his future, away from everything happening here, away from my mess.

I dragged myself out of bed, threw on a robe, and made my way downstairs. The smell of coffee hit me, and I hoped a strong cup would help clear my head. []

As I entered the kitchen, I saw Carlos sitting at the table, reading the morning paper. His face was as calm and indifferent

as ever.

I mumbled, my voice

me briefly

sat down across from him, trying to act normal, as if yesterday hadn't happened. I glanced

by now. Right? Yet, as I sipped my coffee,

was starting to convince myself that my embarrassing episode hadn't reached him,

was holding. My stomach dropped. There it was, right in front of me: "Chaos Erupts as a Drunk Lady Causes a

his eyes still glued to the paper, his expression unreadable. I stared at my coffee cup, mortified, wishing the ground would swallow me whole. I couldn't stay

another second.

a call to check on him and see how it's going," I blurted out, pushing my

leaned against the wall, taking deep breaths to calm myself. God, how could I have been

Pleas, But Our Son's in

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flashing Co

my embarrassment, my phone

the screen. I hesitated

of energy, too

sighed. "Yeah,

in. "How are you doing?

together for too long. It was about time you let some of that anger out."] I rubbed my forehead, feeling a headache coming on. "I didn't help anything. I

way she's getting out of this one.