Serena's POV
"Let's get remarried."
His words hang in the air between us, so absurd I can't help but laugh. It starts as a small chuckle but quickly grows into full-blown laughter that makes my sides hurt.
"Excuse me?" I finally manage between gasps, wiping away a tear of bitter amusement. "Did you hit your head when you were drunk?"
He stands suddenly, swaying slightly but moving toward me with surprising determination.
The coffee table wobbles as he bumps against it, nearly knocking over my half-empty cup.
Before I can retreat, his hands grip my shoulders, his touch burning through the thin fabric of my pajamas.
I can smell the whiskey on his breath, see the slight redness in his normally clear eyes.
"You heard me." His face is inches from mine, his eyes intense
