As she pushed the door open, the spacious bedroom was thick with the smell of alcohol, and the man's clothes were scattered across the carpet.
The king-sized bed was a mess, you could say it was a total disaster.
The man was lying on his side, his bare, strong back covered with one ambiguous scratch mark after another…
Everything in front of her made Grace Parker's heart sink to rock bottom. She covered her mouth as she walked over, her eyes bloodshot.
"Why? Why do you have to torture me like this!?…" Tears fell as she reached out with trembling fingers to stroke his face.
The man didn't move at all. Clearly the alcohol still hadn't worn off; he was sleeping very deeply.
Grace slumped down on the edge of the bed, tears gushing down. She was already thirty-two; a woman's best years were long gone, and she had left all her youth to him.
