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.

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

Why can't you understand that?" Rosie raising her voice? Now this is a first, I guess I have just brought out the worst

willing to do anything for her when she lost her memory." The moment I utter 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 mean that." I try to stand up but

never was,"

but she doesn't stop or turn around. I try to get up again

lost. Being drunk is also slowing me down, but I need to make it to our bedroom. I

have to throw something from more than five years ago at

it, she doesn't answer. All that I can hear from behind the door is her

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the door and listen to my wife's cries.

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This is the girl that I love, 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 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

I fix this

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.

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 her hand,