The Accidental Wife by Sara Islam

Chapter 176

I haven't seen Knox in a long time and I'm glad that he is here. miss spending my time with him and lately, he has been busy with the football season like every other player. I thought about visiting him in Colorado, but I know how full his schedule is, and he needs the few days he gets off to prepare for his wedding. I can't just take him away from Sabrina on those days. I remember how busy I was when I was preparing for my wedding with Rosie while being in the middle of the football season.

We're going to a pub where we're meeting our friends and I'm pretty excited. All my friends are football players and they're very busy with the season, so managing to go out with some of them in their free time is a great opportunity I don't want to miss. If I were playing during this season, I wouldn't feel lonely.

It turns out that beside spending time with Rosie and playing football, I don't have a life, so losing football even if this loss is temporary has a deep impact on me. I'm not proud that I find solace in getting drunk, but I'm trying to detach myself from reality as much as possible. I understand that what I'm doing is far from healthy, but right now, this is the only effective painkiller.

"For the first time in a long while, you're not the designated driver," Knox points out and I chuckle. It's funny how I used to be the designated driver, because I didn't enjoy getting drunk, but now I'm the one who gets wasted.

"I get to drink as much as I want!" I exclaim as we both walk inside the pub.

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"Yeah, but don't go overboard. We're supposed to spend the night with Rosie and Sabrina. They're going to kill us if we get to your place all drunk and wasted," he reminds me.

Ithink Rosie is starting to get used to seeing me drunk. I'm certain that she's not fond of that version of me, but there's nothing she can do. Even if she hides all the liquor in the house, I can easily buy other bottles. I see the way she looks at me when I get drunk and I hate the look of disappointment I always catch in her eyes, but currently, this is how I cope. At least, this is better than getting addicted to drugs.

We spend three hours at the bar and while Knox only drinks a pint of beer, I end up drinking three. When I go to order whiskey, Knox stops me, making me look at him in confusion.

"You're the designated driver, remember?" I remind him, nodding at the bartender to get me the glass of whiskey.

my eyes. Rosie is already giving me a fair share of looks of disapproval. I don't need more from Knox. "Knox, I want to have

away from the bar, causing me to wince due to the way I suddenly move my knee. He stops and gives me an apologetic look as he says, "Sorry, man." I nod, not saying anything and follow him to my car. I get in the passenger seat and

you have a drinking problem, Silas?"

a drinking problem, but he doesn't have to know about

I'm only saying this because I care about you. I think you should seek professional help," Knox

advice as if they were in my shoes. Nobody understands what I'm going through. They don't know how painful the void I'm feeling is. They don't know what it feels like to wake up one day and find

You're not fine," he mutters. "You're not the same person you used to be. The Silas I know didn't drink

right now, I'm nothing. I can't even stand for long because of my fucking knee. I can't drive because I need to keep it stretched. Fortunately, I can now walk around with the cane, but I still have a limp that is gradually disappearing. Talking

grip the moment he sees me about to

shout, trying to get the bottle back from

my

hand.

is wrong with me? What the hell is wrong with you? You're the one who doesn't seem to

argue with him. Sadly, this is the last bottle I have, so I can't go to the fridge to fetch

voice catches my attention. Has she just arrived? Has she been in the

married, but I don't think I can go back to the man she fell in love with easily. I need a strong incentive to go back to how

stop drinking." I scoff at what she says, knowing she is going to side with Knox. She hates how much I drink. We fought

can't tell me what to do and what not to do, Rosie." Despite the shooting pain in my