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

goddamn self-pity! This is not your new reality! This is temporary! Why can't you understand that?" Rosie raising her voice? Now

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 mean that." I try to stand up but fail.

never was," she quietly says before leaving me

her name more than once, but she doesn't stop or turn around. I try to get up again and it takes me time to finally stand

movement is already slow because of the surgery and although the cane helps, it doesn't bring me back the movement I have permanently lost. Being drunk is also slowing me down, but I need to make it to

to her? Why did I have to throw something from more than five years ago at her like

her to open it, she doesn't answer. All that I can

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wife's cries.

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for the love of God! This is the girl I spent years loving in silence. She is the one who has my heart. Why am I doing this to her? What I have just done is enough to sober me up, but I need to drown myself in liquor. I need to put an end

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

do I fix

want 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

I 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 of chasing her. "Rosie, I was drunk. I was blabbering. I didn't mean anything I said." I try reaching for