Sir Ares, Goodnight

As in thoroughly, utterly drunk.

He remained silent and stoic as Josephine continued to hammer at his chest.

Exhausted and dry of tears, Josephine dropped onto the floor and stared blankly into space.

"Josie!" Zayne called out to her again and again, his voice thick with hurt.

However, Josephine only fetched out a strip of doublesided tape to shut his mouth.

Then, she stood by the headboard. She stared down at Zayne Severe like a predator who had caught sight of its prey.

"Zayne Severe, you b*stard," she spat out.

"You ruined my life. I can't fall in love again anymore because you've spoiled me for everyone else. What am I supposed to do now?"

Josephine turned around, feeling more despondent the more she droned on. Pulling another bottle from the wine cabinet, she opened it and chugged directly from it.

Without realizing it, Josephine's life had intertwined too deeply with alcohol.

countless lonely

off her insomnia. Slowly but surely, Josephine had turned into an addict

indignance only grew, turning into ants that fed on her every thought. Unease was itching unbearably at the back of her

a dangerous glint that came from her irritation flashed in her enchanting pair

then tore off Zayne's clothes

chaos that was her train of

messy room,

had made a grave mistake by sleeping with a married

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evidence of her crime. Last but not least, she sprayed on her favorite perfume... The one that

thumped loudly in her ears despite having

was disgusted with herself. How could she do such an immoral

consumed her as she thought of the Severe's gentle and dignified Shirley

of hair on her head. She wanted nothing more than to tug them out

while of regret, Josephine's mind finally came up with a way to repent-she would keep it a

When he blinked his eyes open, Zayne frowned at his headache-a sign