Chapter 72

CHAPTER TWO

Nova's POV

A fog of misery clouds the air, pulling me in with such great force I can't comprehend, despite my futile resistances.

"I want a divorce."

Those words continue to repeat itself in my head.

My face twists in disgust as I gulp down another shot of vodka, my throat burning for the umpteenth time. I could see my reflection from the clear glass of the bar stand, it is messy and distraught, just like my life.

I hoist up the now empty glass bottle, staring at it with an unwavering gaze as the image of Tristan pushing himself into a woman appears.

"Yes, fuck me hard"

My grip tightens on the cap of the bottle.

"mmmm" he groaned, his hand cupping her breast.

The bar stand creaks as I bang the bottle on it, dragging it across the table.

Her red nails dug into his back and tracing lines on his back.

I lift up the bottle.

She kisses him on the lips, muffling his groans.