(Penny’s POV)
He was not dead.
He was only asleep.
I felt my heart calm down a bit at the sweet revelation.
I honestly thought he had passed out or worse, but in my defense, I had not anticipated that he’d drink that much, or that he’d be such a lightweight.
To be honest, my plan had been to get him here and have him start questioning his father’s influence in his life and in the company, so much so, that he’d eventually cut the old man off, but instead, all I’d gotten was a blubbering drunk who had tried to force himself on me.
After three years of marriage and living together with the man, you would think I’d have known this bit of information, known that he was a true lightweight.
I stared at the sleeping man lying haphazardly between the couch and the floor, and for a moment,
