Griffin’s POV
It’s sad how a bottle of whiskey or scotch can take away the pain. I had this picture painted in my mind of how life would be perfect with my family. The colour was perfect. Was it worth to fight for something unfixable?
I glared at the bottle that was still sealed. The temptation is high and I’m seconds from giving in.
She said she still loves me, but can’t forgive me. What a f**k is that?
She said she missed me, but only wants comfort s*x. What a f*****g hell is that?
She’s not the Mia I remembered, not at all. I know I’m to blame for, but f**k, I’m here. I’m back and all I wanted was for her to understand why I had to do what I did.
What I went through to keep them safe, but all she can see is how she’s been betrayed and hurt!
I’m done with this s**t. I pulled
