Chapter 25 HOT AND DRUNK

Jealousy hit me like a sharp bolt of lightning. My knees buckled, and I reeled to the couch, still in disbelief at what I saw.

Did Natalia and Grey had sex in his office? The thought tightened the knots in my stomach, then drained the color off my cheeks.

I chewed on my bottom lip while my eyes watered with tears.

“Damn you, Grey Bradford!” I clenched my hands into tight balls as a choke back a sob.

Though I told myself, I didn’t care what my husband does with Natalia, but it doesn’t mean it won’t hurt inside. He’s a selfish, insensitive jerk. But dear God, I still love him.

My throat had gone dry as a desert. I found myself looking at the glass of unfinished wine on the table.

Drink. Drink. Drink.

A siren’s enticing voice chanted in my ears. I found myself unable to resist the urge. As though my hand had a mind of its own, I picked up the glass, then drained it straight away.