The Accidental Wife (Emily and Julian)

My heart sinks when I see my husband walking inside our home all drunk and barely able to stay on his feet. This isn't the first time for him to do that this month.

Ever since that trip to Kansas, something has changed in him and I don't know what to do. He has been drinking a lot and going to bars more than usual. This has never been him before.

I haven't said anything, because I don't want to be obnoxious, but I don't like this version of him. I need to talk to him, but I won't do that tonight. It's still his birthday after all. He told me that the guys planned on taking him out to celebrate it with him. Although I was disappointed because I was used to celebrating that day with him, I urged him to go because he seemed pretty excited to party with them.

"Hello, birthday boy," I welcome him with a smile as I make my way towards him, knowing he won't be able to make it to our bedroom on his own.

"My beautiful baby," he loudly cheers, throwing his arms around me. "I had a blast with the guys! We drank and played darts and... what else? What else did we do?" he slurs.

"I wouldn't know, Silas. I wasn't there," I say, pushing his hair away from his forehead. He needs a haircut. I will tell him

tomorrow.

"Why weren't you there, cupcake? You'd have had fun." He pouts as he attempts to look at me while trying to keep his eyes

open.

"It was a guys' night out, Silas, remember?" I remind him and apparently, my words seem to register since he nods. "Come on, let's get you upstairs." I wrap his arm around my shoulders as I take him upstairs.© NôvelDrama.Org - All rights reserved.

When we reach our bedroom, I help him sit down on the bed and he winces due to his injury. "Sorry, baby." I smile at him apologetically. "Arms up." He does as he's told and I help him take off his t-shirt. He lazily rests his head against my stomach and I play with his hair, knowing he enjoys it when I do that.

"Cuddle with me," he murmurs, looking up at me. I have to admit, drunk Silas is adorable, but I don't want him to find solace in alcohol. I don't want him to enjoy being detached from the world.

"Okay. Get in bed," I gently say, helping him get under the covers. I wrap a hair tie around my hair and get under the covers beside him. Instantly, he closes the space between us and it doesn't take him long to fall asleep.

I don't fall asleep fast like him though. I stay away for a while, thinking about a lot of things. I'm going to talk to him. tomorrow about his new habits. A lot of people may think that I'm exaggerating, but I know my husband well. This is not him. He has never been the kind of person who finds fun in getting wasted, so when he ends up getting wasted three times in one month, I cannot just ignore that.

up at nine

It doesn't take me by surprise when I wake up the next day and find Silas still asleep. Of course, he wouldn't be when he came home drunk late. I slowly get out of bed, making sure not to wake him up. I place a glass of water and two- pills beside him on the nightstand, knowing he's going to need them once he wakes up.

I need to go to the office today, so I leave him a note beside the glass of water, then start getting dressed. I make my way downstairs and grab an apple on my way out. I'm not in the mood to make myself anything. Not even a cup of coffee. I'm just going to buy one on my way to work.

"Hi Mum," I say as I walk inside her office. She doesn't come to the office every day either, but we both agreed to come today to finalize a few things.

"Hello, sweetheart." She gives me a hug and I smile, feeling the need to be held by her. "Is everything okay? You look exhausted," she wonders as she pulls away. I haven't said anything and when I walked inside, I made sure to have a smile on my face. Do mothers have internal radars?

"Nothing is wrong, but I'm a bit exhausted," I tell her half the truth. I don't want to tell her about Silas and his new habits. I'm

trying to keep my life with him private as much as I can.

"Maybe you need a couple of days off. The world won't come to an end if you take a break, Rosie," she says as we both sit down.

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"I'm not done with the designs yet. I still have two dresses to make." I sigh, looking down. I have never been a procrastinator and although I still have three months until the show, I feel like I'm way behind and running out of time. "I will take a break after the show." "Rosie, there will always be something going on in your life. You'll always be busy one way or another, but you need to understand that your health should be your priority. How are you going to keep working if you suddenly fall sick?" I know that what she's saying is right, but it's just hard to implement what she's telling me. "Take tomorrow off at least. Can you do that?"

It's just one day. Would I be able to do that? Would I be able to stop my mind from overthinking about everything that has been going on lately? I hope I can.

"Maybe I can do that." I nod, not sure if I would be able to do this or not, but even if I don't, this is just a little white lie.

"Why don't you come over for dinner next Saturday? Silas and you haven't visited in a while," she tells me. That sounds like a really good idea. I miss spending time with my family. I think I haven't been to their place in almost three weeks, which seems pretty long for me. "Okay, but you gotta cook my favorite meal!" I grin, making her laugh a little as she nods.

"You got it."

I spend around four hours with Mum at the office as she goes over the designs of my fashion show and the collective fashion show that is bound to take place next month. Luckily. I'm already done with the two dresses I was supposed to make for that fashion show. This is going to be my last year to participate in it. Starting from next year, I'm going to focus on my fashion show only, in addition to supervising the newbies in the fashion house.

I'm glad that Mum started to teach me everything when I was only fourteen, because that provided me with great experience. Many people may think that my experience doesn't exceed two years, but they're so wrong.

On my way home, I decide to get Silas and me some Mexican food. He hasn't called or texted me all day, but maybe he assumed that I would be busy and wanted to give me time.

However, when I walk inside our home, I learn why he hasn't called or texted. It's not because he has been busy with video games or because he has a friend or two over. It's because he's drunk.

I no longer recognize the man sitting before me in front of the couch, aimlessly watching TV. This is not the man I fell in love with.

"Silas, we need to talk," I blurt, knowing that this conversation cannot be delayed any longer.

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