But what happened after those nights?
Strangely, every time I drank with Paul, I ended up blacked out, remembering nothing.
"Damn it!"
I punched the steering wheel, seething with anger.
If they had been planning this behind my back, they could have been sneaking around for who knows how long.
Just the thought of waking up with a hangover, Sarah cheerfully serving me breakfast, acting all sweet and devoted...
Back then, I thought she was a keeper.
They must have hooked up way back.
If she truly cared, even if she didn't get mad when I came home wasted, she would've had words with me later. How could she always be so damn sweet?
Thinking about it, I couldn't help but chuckle bitterly.
Just like Lady Macbeth serving drinks with a smile.
I was such a fool, a complete idiot!
But accepting Paul's betrayal? That was harder to stomach.
Even though the proof was right in front of me.
After a moment's thought, I decided to confront Paul.
I needed to get to the bottom of this.
Paul hit this city solo, hustling from the ground up, and it was me who hooked him up with his pad.
Back in high school, he bombed SATs and settled for a local college, while I made it to a prestigious university in the capital.