Dustin's POV
After traveling to Russia for a business deal, I decided to prolong my stay, avoiding confronting Ariana after our intimate night together.
"Come on, you've had more than enough," Ben attempted to grab the alcohol bottle from me, but I swatted his hand away.
"Leave me be. I'm fine," I argued, but he persisted.
After a few tries, he managed to wrestle the bottle from my grasp. "That's it for tonight."
"She's asking for a divorce," I mumbled.
"Yeah, well, can't blame her, can you? The way you treat her is just awful," he remarked with disgust.
I let out a heavy sigh as Ben's words sank in, the weight of his observations pressing down on me like a ton of bricks. Deep down, I knew he was right.
"Yeah," I muttered, my voice heavy with regret. "I don't know what's gotten int
