Chapter 15 Y/N's P.O.V "Please, just leave," I whispered, my voice breaking. The tears I'd been desperately holding back finally gave way, streaming down my face. "I can't... I can't do this anymore. The pain is... unbearable." "But darling..." she began, reaching for me, but I flinched away. "Get out," I screamed, the word torn from my throat. "Get out now!" They left, finally. Four hours later... I had no idea how I'd end up in this bar in this godforsaken house. I was beyond drunk. Completely, utterly, numbingly drunk. I didn't care. I'd lost count of how many drinks I'd had. Suddenly, the front door opened, and he walked in. "Welcome home, hubby," I slurred, a pathetic attempt at sarcasm. I tried to push myself up to greet him, but my body betrayed me, and I stumbled.