CHAPTER FIFTEEN
SOPHIE
“I think we should take a break, Weston. Until things settle down for you. Some time apart might do us good,” I say after he stumbled in drunk again. I can’t continue to live like this. He seems to love drinking more than he loves me.
“What the f**k did you just say?” His harsh tone echoes through the room. “Are you breaking up with me?”
I shake my head, his booming voice scaring the s**t out of me. “No. Not at all, but...”
He takes two steps forward, running his fingers through my hair, then holding it tightly in his fist before slamming me against the wall with every bit of strength he has. A picture falls to the floor, and the glass shatters. The pain is excruciating, but he doesn’t seem to care.
“Weston, please,” I beg with tears in my eyes.
His strong han
