“Wife?!” I pushed him away and glared. “What do you mean wife?”
I don’t know if it’s my headache that’s making me hear things I am not supposed to hear or if it’s my hangover.
Or maybe I’m just plain crazy.
The man looked at me, seemingly amused at the behavior I am showing him. “You don’t remember that as well?” he asked with a smile on his face. “Wow. You really can’t take alcohol well, can you?”
I gritted my teeth. “That’s not what I asked you!” I was hysterical. It was as if my world was spinning under my feet. “What do you mean wife? Since when have I been your wife?!”
I cannot understand why he keeps calling me that. Did he think I would become his wife just because I slept in the room last night? Does that make me his wife if I got stupid drunk and got nowhere to go but come h
