Alex Drinking: A Fictional Narrative

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“I…” Nyame trailed off, taken aback by his reply. She watched wordlessly for a few moments as he guzzled down another glass of wine. That should have stopped her. Alex drinking so much was a sure sign that he was beyond the anger point. She could visibly see the change in his eyes, the way he spoke where biting in tempo. It was all downhill from here. There would be no reconciliation tonight and somewhere in her heart she regretted that but it was background noise to her enraged thoughts. “Daniel has nothing to do with this and you are fucking right I’m not your damn wife. You can bang whoever the hell you like Alex.” The glass shook in her hand as she struggled to not throw it at him. How dare he ask her about Daniel, as if the man cared
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