Chapter 22
**Honeymoon VIII—All a lie**
‘So you're saying you both had sex'.
‘Uh—uh'
‘After we were drunk last night'
‘Yep'
‘And now you can't seem to wrap your head around it'.
‘Yes', Liliana replied over a mouthful of scrambled eggs, who knew being hungover could make one so hungry, ‘I slept with my husband and woke up naked on the bed, now I can't live it down and I really want to jab my head into a wooden stake'.
Hannah sighed deeply as she sipped on some herbal tea which soothed her nerves, ‘Good for you I guess Liliana'.
‘Good for me?'. Liliana grimaced.
‘Yeah', Hannah sighed again, ’Billy wouldn't even look at me ever since last night, we got into a stupid argument after I staggered and broke his favorite glass figurine...it was a gift from his Noona you know? now he won't even spare me as much of a glance'.
