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.

already giving me a fair share of looks of disapproval. I don't need more from Knox. "Knox, I want to have fun. Don't be a party pooper," I say and chug the whiskey placed in front

the bar, causing me to wince due to the way I suddenly move my knee. He stops and gives me an apologetic look

a drinking problem,

that I have a drinking problem,

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

need help." It's funny how everyone is giving me pieces of 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

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

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 with Knox reawakes all the dark thoughts I tried to suppress by drinking at the pub, so the moment I walk inside the house, I make my way to the kitchen and

to the no." Knox snatches it from my grip the moment he sees me about to

shout, trying to get the bottle back from

my

hand.

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

the last bottle I have, so I can't

going on?" Rosie's voice catches my attention. Has she just arrived? Has she

me from drinking!" I yell, looking at her. As expected, she looks at me like she doesn't know who I am. Honestly, I don't blame her. I know I'm not the man she married, but I don't think

Knox. She hates how much I drink. We fought a lot about this, and every time, I promised her to get things under control, but each promise

Rosie." Despite the shooting pain in my knee, I walk over