"J-just drink the... alcohol..."
Lui's voice dwindled into a pathetic whisper by the end, like a deflated balloon. Deep down, he was certain his wife was about to spill some ugly fucking truth he wasn't ready to hear.
Something gnawed at his insides—a sinking feeling that made his gut churn like he'd swallowed a blender set to "puree."
He didn't know when this suspicion had started, but he damn well knew something was off. These two were too close, like a pair of horny teenagers hiding in the back of a movie theater.
This wasn't how it used to be. Sure, he was always drunk and barely aware of what day it was, but he knew the general vibe of his own damn house. And this? This wasn't the vibe.
'What the fuck is going on here? Are they...'
His brain took a sharp left turn into Nightmare Boulevard, replaying scenes from yesterday.
