The Accidental Wife by Sara Islam

Chapter 172

"Silas, we need to talk." I look up from my phone and find Rosie in front of me. When did she get back from work?

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"About what?" I lazily ask. I'm not in the mood to talk at all. I don't feel like talking about anything. I told myself I was going to drink one can of beer, but I don't know what made me drink three instead.

"Your state." Her answer is short and her tone is stern. It's rare for Rosie to act like that, so she must be pretty pissed off.

"What's wrong with my state?" I ask, attempting to sit up.

"Are you really asking?" She scoffs and I roll my eyes. I don't have the energy to fight with her.

"Yes, Rosie. And I think it would be better if you say whatever you want to say and get it over with," I mutter and I think her eyes go wide for a moment. Is it because I don't usually talk to her in that way? Maybe she should get used to the new version of me.

"You came home drunk last night, which made it the third time you came home drunk in one month. Apparently, that wasn't enough for you because here you are, drunk before it's even seven. What the hell are you trying to do to yourself?" She snaps and I inhale. Goodie good Rosie will never understand what I'm going through. She doesn't understand how hard being unable to do the thing you love the most is and it's all because of a charity game. I was trying to do something good for sick kids and that's how I got repaid. I thought karma was fair. Why hasn't it been fair to me? What have I done to deserve that?

"I'm trying to adapt," I mutter, looking away from her. I don't want to meet her gaze. I cannot handle the look of disappointment I know I will see if I look into her eyes.

"Adapt to what exactly?" My wife sounds genuinely confused.

my new reality, Rosie!" I raise my voice at her, which is something I'm not really

This is temporary! Why can't you understand that?" Rosie raising her voice? Now this is a first, I guess I have

these words I regret them. I have stooped too low. I take a look at her face and I become sure that I have made a deep wound. "Rosie, I didn't

least your recovery is certain, Silas. Mine never was," she quietly says

stop or turn around. I try to get up again and it

is also slowing me down, but I need to make it to our bedroom. I need to apologize to her. When I make it to the door of our bedroom, I try to

have to throw something from more than five years ago

it, she doesn't answer. All that I can hear from

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the door and listen to my wife's cries. I groan loudly, feeling

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in silence. She is the one who has my heart. Why am I doing this to her? What

the room- because she'll eventually get out- I don't want her to see me drunk. I don't want to disappoint her more. I don't want to see her looking at me with disappointment. I can't take letting her down. She doesn't deserve that from me.

I fix

to be connected to reality in any way. Yes, time is passing by, but it is very slow and I cannot take the state I'm in anymore. Time becomes so slow when you want it to pass. I don't think I have the needed strength to just be patient and wait for this period of my life to be over. The season is going strong and the team is making great progress. I should be with them, but I can't. I can't even climb a flight of stairs without feeling the need to take a break halfway. I have turned into a pathetic creature that I don't know. I don't know how long I have been sitting beside our bedroom door, but

manage to stand up, but I don't do it fast. My wife, being the compassionate person she is, patiently waits for me, probably because I'm not capable