I paced back and forth in my room, seething with anger. How dare he try to put all the blame on me? He knew very well that I was drunk and vulnerable that night. And he couldn't resist me, he couldn't resist my beauty and my charm, so he took advantage of me and now he wants to act like he's the victim.
I couldn't shake off the feeling of anger and disgust towards him. I knew I shouldn't have gotten married to him, but it was too late now. We were stuck with each other, at least until the baby was born. I didn't know how I was going to cope with him for that long, knowing how much he got on my nerves already.
With a deep sigh and a heavy heart, I decided to try and forget about the argument and get some sleep. I lay down on the bed and closed my eyes, trying to calm myself down. But my
