The night was deep.
John sat alone in a booth at the bar. The crystal ashtray in front of him was already piled with cigarette butts, and glass after glass of hard liquor burned down his throat.
The recording kept looping in his head like a curse. Reason told him the evidence was undeniable, but deep in his heart, a voice kept struggling to insist that it was not true. She was not that kind of person.
Just as that tearing feeling was about to drive him mad, a burst of noise came from a table not far away.
It was that fat, sleazy Jake. Surrounded by a group of people, he was clearly drunk and bragging loudly, spit flying from his mouth.
"That b***h Sabrina! Back then at Bluenight Lounge, she acted so damn pure in front of me. And look what happened? Mr. Hayes got tired of her and kicke
