Besides, I'd heard she and her boyfriend were about to get married. There was no reason for her to complicate things now.
My friend, noticing all my questions, asked curiously, "Why are you asking all this now? Did something happen?"
I couldn't exactly admit that I'd hooked up with my wife's best friend after drinking.
Awkwardly, I replied, "No reason, just asking."
The most important thing now was figuring out how to stop my wife from wanting a divorce.
We'd only been married for less than a year, and I thought we were perfectly in sync in every aspect of life. I didn't want to lose her.
As soon as I got to the front door, I saw all my clothes had been thrown outside.
I took a deep breath and rang the doorbell, mentally preparing for the yelling.
The door opened.
Ariella saw me, and she was angry.
She pointed to the pile of clothes on the ground and said, "I've packed your stuff. Take it and get out. I don't want to see you."
I pulled a long face. "Babe, I swear I was just drunk last night. I don't know how things got this way. Please, just give me one more chance.