Chapter 3 A drunken encounter

Lisa's POV

I didn't know how long I had sat and cried in front of the massive gate of what used to be my home.

I tried to get Alex's attention by banging the gate so many times, but he wouldn't come out.

"Alex please, I would do everything to give you children. Don't do this to me. Please don't leave me."

But all I could get from him was silence.

I could hear him and Lucy laughing inside, and my heart churned with the thought of them eating on my dining table.

After an unknown length of time, I got on my feet and walked for a few paces before I realized that I had forgotten all my belongings contained in the suitcase. I went back for them and wheeled them as I walked. I walked for an hour before I realized that I had no destination.

One moment I was planning a romantic anniversary dinner. Next moment, I was thrown out of my own home.

I had never experienced such betrayal.

"I hate you, Alex Carter!" I shouted at the top of my lungs, exhausting the last of my strength.

Some passer-by shot curious glances at me when they heard me scream, they whispered to themselves and hurried on. They probably thought I was crazy. I really was crazy at that moment. The hem of my gown was dirty. I must have stepped in a puddle. Tears continuously ran down my cheeks without stopping.

I wondered idly where I would spend the night and realized that I hadn't wanted to wake up if I ever slept.

I looked around and caught a sight of a pharmacy across the street. I ought to have had some money in my bag. If Alex hadn't packed them, it would be easy to go to the pharmacy to wrangle some pills from the pharmacist and then another pharmacy till I have enough pills to overdose on. Then I could lie down somewhere, look up at the sky and wait for sleep so that I would never wake up.

I felt someone hit me from behind, jolting me from my thoughts.

"Watch where you are going," a man said irritably as he walked past me. "You don't want to get robbed here."

I kept on moving knowing that I hadn't had the power to end things yet. My aimless wandering took me to a bar miles away from my former home. The bar was what I needed.

A stench of cigarette smoke and alcohol hung in the air. The music was cranked to the maximum as though trying to burst the patrons eardrums.

Men were swaying to the beat on the dance floor while I sat in the corner of guzzling glass after glass of the strongest liquor. At the moment, my emotions were on the brink of snapping.

My mind flooded with images of Lucy in bed with my husband and even the divorce paper that was thrown on my face. I hit my head as I remembered how I knelt down begging him after everything he had done.

As my emotions were a chaotic mess, I threw my head back and guzzled the hard liquor. The burning sensation in my throat had tears pouring down my face, but my chest remained tight.

Out of the blue, my gaze snagged on a man some distance away.

The man was wearing a black suit drinking alone at the bar with a grim expression on his face.

I recognized him; he was Alex's immediate superior and the person he envied the most, Micheal Smith.

Alex once brought me to his company's party and Micheal gave a speech, so I remembered him. He always envied him whenever he spoke. I wondered why.

However, I didn't understand why such a person would visit such a place. Hmm! Does a successful man like him, among the elite rank, patronize the bar to pass the time as well? This is surprising.

In the next moment, a thought suddenly flashed across my mind. Since you betrayed me, Alex Carter, I'm going to do the same to you! I hated him so much.

Snagging my wine glass, I staggered to my feet and tottered forward in a stupor.

When I was about to reach Micheal, I tripped and stumbled into his arms.

He was a very young man who appeared to be in his thirties.

The collar of his white shirts was gaping slightly, and the cuffs were rolled up to mid-arm, revealing his tanned sleeves.

The bridge of his nose was high and he had alluring lips. His eyes were profound and deep-set though they were impassive.

Michael eyed me coldly with abhorrence etched on his face before he pushed me away.

"Spend the night with me," I murmured placidly as I stared at his handsome face, my gaze glassy. "What?"

It was apparent from the way Michael's eyes widened that he hadn't expected me to be straightforward.

"I said fuck me tonight, or do you not understand my words?" I whispered an inch from his lips, hooking my arms around his neck.

Having imbibed, I was emboldened with liquid courage. Usually I would never have said such a thing, but there was nothing holding me back after experiencing such a trauma earlier.

"Are women nowadays so brazen? Are you that desperate to be fucked?"

He must have thought that I was the kind of slut who often seduces men in the bars, but I didn't care.

"Why? No guts to do it? Or are you not capable?"

I snickered insouciantly, shifting my gaze to his crotch. My voice was tinged with a hint of mockery. No man in the world would have been able to stand such an insult of others thinking that he's sexually inadequate, especially women. And I thought he was no exception either. Sure enough, his expression changed as soon as my words fell. The looks in his eyes turned all the more frosty.

"I hope you don't regret it!"