The Accidental Wife by Sara Islam

Chapter 188

I'm not sure if what I'm doing is right or not, but here she is, standing in front of me, looking at beautiful as ever in her burgundy dress. How am I supposed to resist her? How am I supposed to act like I can keep myself under control? I don't have the slightest bit of control

when it comes to her. I want to back her against a wall and remind her how we perfectly fit each other.

But I know Roşie well. If she didn't want to kiss me, she would have found a way out. She kissed me, though. And it wasn't a short kiss. It wasn't for pictures. She kissed me like she wanted te like she had been longing for my lips just like I had longing for hers. When she put on the ring, a sense of content and comfort washed over me. I'm well aware that she's not ready to go home with me, but I know that this can also be a step towards winning her back.

I have a strong feeling that Rosie isn't exactly certain about the whole divorce thing, which is a good sign, because this means that I still have a chance. I know that I broke her trust, but I'm willing to do anything to win her back.

"Do you happen to have a virgin mojito?" I ask the bartender, feeling thirsty. We are at the reception. The vibes are awesome, and everybody is having fun. It looks like my girl is having the time of her life with her best friend. back

We haven't talked ever since the kiss we shared, and I don't know if we're going to talk again tonight or not, but I want to. I want to talk to her all night long if it's possible.

I thank the bartender as I take my drink from him. When I turn around to walk away, I almost bump into Rosie. Her eyes travel to the drink I'm holding and the doubt that fills them doesn't escape my notice.

"It's a virgin mojito," I answer her wondering mind. "Try it." I hand her the glass, knowing that she likes it.

The moment she takes a sip from it, her eyes go wide. "This is not virgin mojito, Silas. It has alcohol," she tells me, making me look at her in confusion.

"Come with me," I calmly say and take her to the bartender, wanting to kill any sort of doubt she might have. "I asked for a virgin mojito, right?" I tell the bartender.

"Yes," he confirms

my

order.

about to ruin twenty-two days of sobriety for me!" I hiss before storming away. The only thing that prevents me from picking a fight with that moron is the fact that this is my best friend's wedding and the last thing

beverage and ruined the twenty-two days of sobriety I managed to complete. Does she believe that I didn't order the alcoholic drink? Did that asshole ruin any chance

okay?" she asks, bringing herself to stand in

looks concerned, making me feel like she truly wants to make sure that I'm all right. "You do know that I didn't order an alcoholic drink, right?" I feel the need to tell her that. I don't want her to think that I intended to fool her. I need her to believe that I never intended to lie to her. I'm trying to make amends with

assuring smile that eases my nerves. "You gave me the drink to try and I know it when you lie. You didn't look like you were lying when you told me which drink you ordered. Unless you have gotten so good at lying, which is something I doubt." The playful tone and adorable smile do not leave her face as she speaks

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face before lifting her face, allowing her eyes to meet mine again. "It's been a while since I last wore this color. I love it on me," she tells the. I'm glad that we're talking. I want to hear her voice and have a long conversation with her. I miss cuddling on the couch with her while watching movies. I miss the way I used to rest my head on her lap while she played with

suit you, Rosie. You dull the beauty of every girl whenever you

giggles at what I have just said and I chuckle as I keep my eyes on her. Before I get to say anything else, a song I know she adores starts

be on the best terms, but I miss dancing with you. Do you feel generous enough tonight to let me dance with you?" I wonder, extending my hand for

feel generous tonight, so maybe we can dance." She places her hand in mine and my heart does a backflip. Am I on the right track? Am I close to getting her to tear the divorce papers into a thousand pieces? "Let's dance here." She places one hand on her back while hold her other hand. She fits so well against me,

anybody to

is pleading. I don't want to leave this wedding today while knowing things are still bad

"I'm scared that if I put everything behind you end up going back to