Instagram was full of pictures and videos of Bianca and Andrew being sweet together. It also clearly showed how much money Andrew had spent on her. The amount was shocking, far more than I ever imagined.
Even the winery project, which all the shareholders voted against, was pushed forward because Andrew insisted. As I was getting everything ready to face him with the facts, I suddenly got a call from the hospital.
Andrew had alcohol poisoning.
A senior in both Andrew's and I’s university had visited him at the hospital and decided to call me.
He gently asked, "Did something happen between you and Andrew?"
"There was a woman crying, begging us to save him. I just thought … "
I smiled and asked him to help me with something. Then, I saw Bianca’s Instagram story. Andrew looked very pale and had an IV drip in his hand. Bianca’s eyes were red from crying.
She posted.
[My hubby drank so much just for me, even though he’s allergic. But he still drank! I really love him!]
In the video Andrew only showed one of his hands. If I hadn’t known those hands so well, the same ones that held me every night if we hadn’t grown up together, I might have believed their lies, wouldn’t I?