Theodore's Pov
“That's not good for your health, you know.” Daniel sighed, gazing at the third empty bottle of wine I downed today. It wasn't this bad usually. I would only push myself until I got over with one, maximum two. But today was the day I divorced her four years ago. Over what? A f*****g misunderstanding! Knowing well that f*****g bastard Nathan would go to any extent to snatch my happiness out of my hands. And I made him successful in his plans. Without verifying anything. Every year I would beat myself up for the way I treated her. For everything I did to her. I should have known, she wasn't like other women I knew. She was different. From the first moment I laid my eyes on her, my heart would beat differently. My heart was screaming at me that morning, to take back my words.
