CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
DANE’S POV
The bed felt cold and empty when I stirred from my sleep at almost three in the morning. When I glanced over at where Chanel should been sleep, I was met by emptiness. I sighed. I shouldn’t have snapped at her like that. Now she was probably too drunk on wine and slept on the couch. Yawning, I stepped off the bed and walked downstairs but instead of finding my wife asleep on the couch, she was sitting on the carpeted floor in the living room, eyes on the muted television while a bottle of opened whiskey was right next to her. Wait, were those tears?
“Hey, I’m so sorry, Hun. I should haven’t snapped at you like that. It was just a heat of the moment kind of thing and I just couldn’t stand the fact that you don’t trust me anymore,” I exhaled,” I’m not in lov
