Cohabitation With My Ex-Husband

Michael's facial expression looked surprised when he saw the woman in the gold dress. He wondered what that woman was doing here?

It didn't take long for Michael to find the answer when he looked beside the woman, there were several women wearing pastel dresses, who were the bridesmaids, and also the bride. They seem familiar with Anna.

"I forgot that that woman is also a model. I didn't think she would be invited by the bride," Michael cursed inwardly, feeling very awkward at this moment.

Now that it all made sense, Sarah had that expression on her face because she saw Anna! What should he do now?

Michael's eyes met with Anna's, the two of them locked eyes with each other.

"Why does she look sad like that?" thought Michael, who was uncomfortable by Anna's facial expression.

Her expression was casual, but the look in her eyes seemed to have some sadness in them, making Michael's heart feel uncomfortable about it.

He himself didn't know why he felt that way. Right now he is with his wife, and the one who sees them is his mistress, but for some reason… he feels like he is being caught having an affair, even though the woman he is hugging is his own wife!

He must have really gone mad!

Michael finally came back to his senses when he felt Sarah's left hand on his shoulder being released, and her right hand, which Michael was holding, tried to free herself.

"Wifey?" Michael said slowly, finally turning his head back to Sarah who was currently lowering her head.

"Let's go back, Michael," Sarah said quietly.

Her mood had become bad. She couldn't dance with Michael in this situation.

After Steve left, Sarah also saw Anna. The woman who is Michael's fiancé.

She had mixed feelings right now. She felt guilty towards Steve, because she seemed to be cheating on him even though there was no status between them. She also feels sorry for Anna, the good woman who became Michael's fiancé and had to part with him because of her.

She felt like crap!

Michael fell silent when he heard that. He then opened his mouth, trying to persuade Sarah to enjoy the night a little longer, but in the end the words didn't come out. He closed his mouth again and then immediately came out of the dance floor holding Sarah's hand.

As Michael did that, his eyes reflexively looked back at the woman in the gold dress, but Anna was no longer there, making Michael feel the strange feeling in his heart again.

"I'll say goodbye to Mr. Lamont, you can sit here if you want," Michael said once they were back at their table.

Sarah just nodded when she heard that, causing Michael to look at Sarah for a moment and then sigh. He finally went to find his business partner.

Why did everything turn out like this?

***

Steve walked out of the party feeling bad. He felt sad, upset, and angry. All emotions immediately mixed together when he saw how the woman he loves was being hugged by another man and danced with him.

He couldn't take it anymore when he saw that. If he stayed in there, he might do something he would regret later, go over to her and pull her into his arms.

He knew that Sarah didn't accept him at all when he asked her to be his girlfriend. He knew that he and Sarah were not currently in a relationship. He knew that it was his own decision to keep loving and waiting for her after Sarah explained how the situation was.

He knew that well, but why did his chest hurt so much right now?

Once in the elevator, Steve's hand, intent on pressing the basement button to get to where his car was parked, stopped mid-air when he saw something written next to the floor button for directions.

Hotel Bars

Without waiting any longer, Steve's hand immediately pressed that floor button.

Tonight, he planned not to drink because there was a chance he might be summoned suddenly, but it seems it was too late. He had drunk alcohol at the party earlier because he saw Sarah, and right now he needed more alcohol to deal with his feelings.

He only hoped that the alcohol would make him forget tonight.

Not long after, Steve immediately reached the floor and entered the hotel bar. The atmosphere there looks quite quiet, maybe because it's a Monday so the visitors are not as crowded as usual.

It wasn't completely empty as there were waiters walking around taking orders from customers, while the bartender was seen wiping his wine glasses behind the counter because he wasn't serving anyone at the moment.

Without waiting any longer, Steve immediately took his place in front of the counter.

"I want a shot of vodka," Steve said looking at the bartender.

The bartender looked at Steve for a moment, then immediately nodded his head and started busying himself to serve Steve a drink.

"Here," said the bartender and placed Steve's order on the table.

Without waiting any longer, Steve immediately took the shot and drank it in one gulp.

A burning sensation was immediately felt when drinking the alcohol, but it was nothing compared to his broken feelings.

"Give me another one again," Steve said looking at the bartender.

The bartender then looked busy and gave Steve's order, which Steve drank in one gulp.

"Bad day?" asked the bartender when he saw that his customers this time seemed to come not only to enjoy their drinks but because there was a problem going on.

Steve's lips immediately smiled at that. A mocking smile. Is this a bad day?

"Yes! I want to drink until I pass out and forget what happened tonight! Give me another shot!" Steve said with a snort.

The bartender gives Steve's order, this time with salted fish, a perfect snack for his drink.

Steve took another gulp of his drink. He wanted to get rid of the pain in his chest right now.

Suddenly, the corner of Steve's eye caught someone sitting in front of the counter. It was not far from him, three seats away from him.

"Give me a shot of whiskey!" The melodious voice of the woman was heard. From his place, Steve could barely see the woman's face because she was staring at the bartender, but seconds later the woman immediately lowered her head after saying her order.

Steve tried to focus on eating his salted fish and not look at the woman wearing the gold dress again because he didn't want to be caught peeking at her.

"Give me another shot!"

This time, Steve immediately turned to the woman. It seemed, today he wasn't the only one who had a bad day.