"You know I cannot leave her," replied Christopher sullenly as he drank.
"We need to let go of certain things," Brad advised. "You should leave it, which is giving you pain. You are making her life miserable too. Someone out there must be willing to love her. Let her live her life, and you live yours."
Christopher's expression darkened even more. What pricked his heart was another man willing to love her. He drank the remaining alcohol in one breath and slammed the glass down on the table.
"She is my woman now," he hissed.
"You don't love her," Brad countered.
"It makes no difference." Christopher poured another drink for himself.
"Enough…" Brad held his wrist and stopped him. "Don't drink too much."
"I want to get drunk." Christopher pushed his hand away and drank it all at once.
"Christopher. I recall you saying you wouldn't get drunk."
