Chapter 145 Has She Ever Betrayed You?
Herman grabbed Matthew's arm. "Hold up, man. You gotta keep it together. What's going on?"
Matthew shot him a cold look. "Are you crazy?"
Herman sighed. "Seriously, Matthew, what's your deal? I'm just looking out for you, and you snap at me? That's harsh. Keep this up, and I won't be around to drink with you."
Matthew just stared at him, unblinking.
They stood there in awkward silence. Herman finally threw up his hands. "Fine, whatever. Drink if you want. Just don't come crying to me when you're wasted."
Matthew smirked. "I'll rip your brain out and cry over it."
Herman went quiet.
Matthew took a swig, the sharp taste burning his throat. He leaned back, covering his eyes with his hand.
His voice was low and rough. "Herman, how did I even make it this far?"
Herman shrugged. "You're just lucky."
The room fell silent again.
Herman chuckled. "I get it. You're doubting everything. If you're questioning stuff, it means you're starting to care. Think about the person making you doubt. Has she ever hurt you? Let you down? Betrayed you?"
"No." Matthew's Adam's apple bobbed.
Herman pressed on. "So, what's the problem?"
Matthew's voice dropped. "I don't want to make the same mistakes."
Herman nodded. "I get it. You're scarred from the past, always on edge. Let's just drink, man."
As the night wore on, Mary watched some TV and then got up for a shower. When she came out, her phone was blowing up with calls from an unknown number.
Recalling the creepy photos she'd gotten before, she ignored the calls. But they kept coming.
Annoyed, she blocked the number and went to bed.
Just as she was about to fall asleep, there was a loud knock at the door.
Mary got up, irritated. "Who is it?" Her tone was sharp.
This was Maple Grove Manor; nothing like before should be happening.
She grabbed a baseball bat and peered through the peephole, seeing Matthew's face, flushed and drooping, clearly drunk.
She hesitated, and the knocking continued. Mary opened the door, her face blank.
Herman was there, dragging Matthew. "Finally! I called you, why didn't you answer? Help me get him inside; he's so wasted."
Herman tried to push past her, but Mary blocked the door with the bat. "He's drunk. What's that got to do with me?"
Herman's eyes widened. "You are his wife, aren't you?"
Mary shook her head. "Not anymore."
Herman blinked. "You guys divorced?"
Mary nodded. "Soon."
Herman sighed deeply. "Let him in, please? Think of it as a good deed. When he wakes up, you can ask him for money or take some embarrassing photos. Sell them when you divorce. Just let him in, alright?"
