"...My wife dumped me,” I replied bluntly, feeling confused myself, but something inside compelled me to say it.
"Wait, what? Dumped by your wife? When did you get a wife?" Chris asked loudly, bewildered.
"That's my business."
"Or is it Mia? Hey! I thought...”
“No, it's not Mia, she's like a sister to me," I quickly clarified to avoid any further misunderstanding.
"So, when did you get a girl? I only saw you chasing after Mia and flirting with a dozen other girls."
"You're exaggerating, man. Just three or four," I said, taking a swig of whiskey. Talking about those girls just made me feel even worse. I took care of them, but they ended up breaking my heart.
"So who is your girl anyway? Do I know her? I want to meet her. She must be something to make you, Troy, look so down. You look
