Chapter 154 Both Seeing Other People
Late into the night, Ethan emerged from the bathroom, his steps unsteady. He stumbled back into the living room, collapsing onto the floor. His gaze locked onto the figure of a man slumped by the floor-to-ceiling window, lost in the depths of intoxication.
"Hey," Ethan slurred, his words heavy with alcohol. "It's been hours. What the hell happened? Give me something."
Earlier in the evening, Alexander had arrived, silent as a ghost. He had wordlessly opened Ethan's liquor cabinet and began to consume bottle after bottle of the prized spirits. Ethan, feeling a sense of camaraderie, had joined him, unwilling to let his friend drink alone.
Now, Ethan was teetering on the edge of unconsciousness, while Alexander appeared primed for another round.
Ethan sighed deeply, his body sinking further onto the floor. "Buddy, if you don’t spill it, I’m just gonna pass out here.” He was indifferent to the prospect of sleeping on the floor.
The two men, usually the epitome of sophistication, were sprawled haphazardly on the carpet. It was a stark contrast to their usual polished demeanor. It seemed that those who appeared the most put-together often yearned for the freedom to let loose behind closed doors, engaging in activities even cruder than the average Joe.
"Ava caught me in bed with Isabella," Alexander blurted out.
Ethan's eyes, which had just closed, snapped open. He sat up abruptly. "What did you say?"
Alexander took another swig of his drink, remaining silent.
"You…" Ethan began, his voice rising in anger, but he quickly deflated, sighing heavily. "No use cursing you out for something that's already happened. You're a married man. Can't you keep it in your pants?"
In the past, Ethan had teased Alexander about his inability to resist temptation, even after marriage. He had boasted unapologetically about such exploits. But now, faced with the reality of the situation, Ethan felt a surge of anger towards his friend.
Alexander frowned, snapping back, "What are you talking about?"
"Weren't you the one who said Ava saw you and Isabella in bed? Oh, I get it—she's Isabella. You wouldn't dream of restraining yourself with her. You probably…”
"Shut up!" Alexander cut him off fiercely. "It's not what you think."
"Then what is it?" Ethan pressed. Alexander sighed, "It's just not what you think."
"Hey, Alexander, what's your endgame here? Are you going to get a divorce or not? If both of you are seeing other people, why waste any more time?"
Confusion flickered in Alexander's eyes. "What do you mean we're both seeing other people?"
"That's exactly what I said," Ethan replied. "You have Isabella, and Ava's got another man."
Alexander stood up abruptly, his tall figure swaying precariously. He strode forward. "What are you talking about? How do you know she's seeing someone else?"
Ethan lifted his head. "I saw it with my own eyes."
"When did you see it?" Alexander's tone grew increasingly irate.
"Didn't I send you the video? Haven't you watched it?" Ethan was utterly bewildered, unable to fathom what Alexander was getting at.
"What video? When did you send it?"
"The one from the day I brought Ava over, you were there too. We even got into a fight, remember? You mean you didn't watch that video? Maybe it failed to send?"
Ethan pulled out his phone, tapped on the messaging app, and checked the video he had sent to Alexander. "No, it sent just fine. Didn't you get it?"
Alexander realized he hadn't checked his phone that entire day. The following day, in a fit of anger, he smashed his phone and later bought a new one, losing all his messages.
He snatched Ethan's phone and played the video that Ethan had sent him.
