Cohabitation With My Ex-Husband

Anna looked at the man sitting next to her who continued to talk even though he had already said that he would not disturb her.

This type of guy really wasn't her type. She doesn't like men who talk a lot. Communication is important, but if it's too chatty, it's not at all for her.

If anyone asks what her type of guy is, well… It's Michael.

He doesn't talk much and has a cold impression, but he's actually considerate.

Talk less, do more, words that are suitable to describe Michael.

God… she really loves that man!

"Don't tell me Dinda's husband is your ex?! Wow! You are really brave! I didn't expect you to come to your ex's wedding!"

Anna turned to the blonde haired man when she heard those words. The expression on her face look annoyed

What nonsense did he just say?

It seemed the man didn't know about her relationship with Michael. It was only natural because Michael immediately deleted the news, but if he was a businessman, he would have known about it.

What businessman doesn't know Michael Collins?

Although the news had been deleted by Michael, it had been a hot topic for high society and businessmen for some time, as it was rare for a woman to come into the office just to slap a man.

It seemed like what she was doing gave those people a topic to talk about, and maybe a little laugh at Michael, but Anna didn't care.

Come to think of it, Anna had never met this blonde haired man either, she had almost met all businessmen because of her job, or because of her family.

,m Both those who are businessmen, or the children of the businessman, try to establish a relationship with her family through her.

"You guys seem the same age, you guys can be friends." That's what everyone often says when introducing their child.

Anna decides to ignore the man, she doesn't know how the man's relationship with Dinda is, but let it be, he will embarrass himself later if he finds out that what he is thinking is wrong.

The man kept his mouth open and said something Anna didn't want to hear, she originally planned to let it go, but suddenly she couldn't take it anymore.

"As a man, you talk too much. Oh, this is not a compliment so don't flatter yourself," Anna said coldly and then called the bartender to order another drink.

The man was silent when he heard her words, she didn't know what expression the man gave because she was no longer looking at him.

Is she too rude?

"You're right. I apologize, it looks like I just wanted to talk to someone else tonight." The man's voice was heard again, this time his tone sounded a little sad.

Well, that's absolutely none of her business. Tonight she just wanted to be alone, drink to forget her sadness, and wake up with a bad hangover that she didn't have time to think about her aching heart.

***

Steve finally decided to be quiet when he didn't hear anything that was said from that woman. It seemed she had had a more severe heartbreak than he had, so Steve decided to let it go and enjoy his drink.

While enjoying his drink, Steve suddenly started to hear the sound of crying. It sounded very low, as if the person who was crying didn't want to be caught crying.

He then turned to his right, at the woman, to make sure he had not heard wrong and that she was crying.

The woman's face was turned away from him, so Steve wasn't too sure if he heard it right but seeing her shoulder move, made Steve sure that she was crying.

Steve then called the bartender by the hand, then asked for a napkin. His voice was low, as if he didn't want the woman beside him to hear it.

"Thanks," Steve said quietly as the bartender handed him a napkin.

Steve then turned to the woman, the expression on his face looked thoughtful.

Would that woman scold him again if he helped her?

"Well, I'm sure she needs this," thought Steve and immediately held out the napkins in his hands on the counter in front of the woman.

"Here," Steve said quietly then immediately pulled his hand back.

The woman seemed to have stopped crying, but the napkin he had given her was still on the table, untouched by the woman.

"I heard your cry. Stop pretending to look strong if your heart is really hurting right now," Steve said without turning to look at the woman.

"Well… maybe that's not something I should have said since I didn't do that, but women usually have softer hearts than men, so it's better if you let your tears out," Steve continued softly. "Eh but I don't mean to look down on women," he added quickly, before she misunderstood.

Anna was silent when she heard the words of the man beside her, for the first time she felt comforted by what the man said.

She even subconsciously smiled slightly when she heard the man add his explanation nervously.

How's his facial expression?

Without realizing it, Anna immediately took the napkin and wiped the remaining tears from her eyes.

"If you want, you can cry while looking at me. It's safer if you don't want to be seen by others, of course I won't see you either." The man's voice was heard again.

He really talks a lot!

"I'm not going to hug you either, so don't worry. I might think about it if you ask me to."

Look? He really talks a lot!

"I wouldn't ask you to do that. Don't flatter yourself."

Steve's face immediately smiled when he heard the woman reply to his words.

"You finally replied to what I said," Steve said looking happy and then chuckled when he heard the woman snorting.

Anna just shook her head at the strange behavior of the man sitting next to her. He's definitely not her type of guy because he talks too much, but it seems like she's starting to get comfortable with him.

Well, she isn't really sure. Did the man's words comfort her?

"You're not going to cry?" the man asked as he decided to order another drink.

Anna didn't answer right away, she raised her glass and drank her whiskey again.

"No! My tears are too precious for that bastard!" Anna said then put down the glass, there was a strong sound that sounded between the glass and the table.

"I won't cry for him anymore!" Anna continued and then went back to drinking her whiskey again.

Steve's lips formed a smile when he saw the woman's behavior which seemed stronger than he expected.

Was the woman pretending not to cry because she was too embarrassed? Or had she been crying over him so many times that she had had enough of that?

"You're right! You are too precious to cry over a married man! You're a beautiful woman, so I'm sure many will want to be your boyfriend," Steve said and drank his vodka.

Anna snorted at the man's words. Even though he thought that the man who made her like this was Dinda's husband, strangely… what he  said pierced her heart.

Michael is also married!

"Of course! You have no idea how many men are lining up to be my boyfriend!" said Anna who returned to drinking her drink.

"By the way, what happened to you? Looks like you were at Dinda's wedding. Why did you come out even though the wedding isn't over yet?" asked Anna, turning to the man curiously.

"Ah… that…"

"You like Dinda?" guessed Anna.

"No! Me and Dinda are just friends! Our relationship is not like that!" Steve replied, shaking his head.

He then raised his glass and drank it to the end.

"I… saw the woman I like coming to the party with another man," Steve replied, then put down his glass and called the bartender to refill it again.

"Ouch! That must be really painful!"

"Yeah, even though I'm not his boyfriend, I'm really pathetic," Steve said then smiled crookedly.

"No, you are not! If you say that, I'll look pathetic too! Neither of us are pathetic!" answered Anna firmly.

Steve smiled at that, though he still thought he looked pathetic at the moment, hearing someone say he wasn't, made him a little happy.

The two then continued talking, or rather, Steve heard the woman start cursing the man who made her like this.

"But… didn't you drink too much?" Steve asked, holding the woman's glass to hold it.

Since then, the woman had been drinking, which made Steve a little worried that she might have had too much.

"Let it go! I'll drink until I'm satisfied! You have no right to forbid me!" said the woman coldly as she glared at him.

Steve still wanted to argue, but finally his hand slipped from the woman's glass.

"I… I won't cry anymore! To hell with that bastard! I…" the woman who was cursing suddenly leaned against the table, making Steve's eyes widen when he saw her.

Don't tell me… she passed out?