Chapter 21


    As Benjamin was leaving the cultural event, some were talking about his wife. “How old is she? 26? 27


    maybe? And she’s from a rich background. I didn’t expect her to give such an inspirational speech.


    That’s rare.” “Yeah, but since she took 25 grand toe and stay here for two hours, she at least


    needed to deliver that much.”


    “She took that much?”


    “Yeah, we initially wanted to bring a movie star, but they asked 100 grand. We didn’t have the budget, so


    we had to settle for this rising star of a fashion designer.”


    “Damn, it’s good to have some fame.” “Yeah, but if it was that easy, everyone would be famous,


    wouldn’t they? She talked about hard work and hope, but who knows how many dicks she rode and


    asses she licked to get to that position?”” “Not all do such things. She seems genuine.” “Haha, whether


    she’s as sterling as her family name implies or not, that’s not something we can prove from here.”


    Benjamin didn’t even look at those men. He just kept walking and walking, not even bothering if he was


    going in the right direction. He found the nearest bar and began drinking. Everything that had happened


    in the past eight months kept ying in his mind. Benjamin wore the wedding ring. Always. Reba,


    however, never put it on. He tried to give her flowers so many times, but she didn’t ept such gestures


    even once. Benjamin was always talking and smiling, trying to build the rtionship. Rebbeca, on the


    other hand, was like a rock with no heart. He was mocked and even beaten by his inws at times, but


    she never interfered to stop them. She just watched him suffer. He never understood her intentions


    behind being so indifferent, at least not until this moment. “This is what I get for being so honest and


    caring?” he downed a full bottle of vodka, making the bartender look kind of worried.


    “Bro, you should take it easy,” he advised, but Benjamin grabbed another bottle. “Alright. I don’t think you


    can go home if you drink that.”


    Benjamin, however, downed it all in one go. “Huhoo…” those drinking next to him were mightily


    impressed by that. “Damn! A whole magnum of spirits in one go? I’ve never even done it in one sitting.”


    “Who the fuck is this monster?” some men were genuinely shocked. This text is property of N?/velD/rama.Org.


    The bartender, however, looked extremely worried. “I think you should go to the hospital. You just drank


    four weeks worth of alcohol in less than ten minutes. You might get seizures.”


    “Do I look like I’m intoxicated?” Benjamin pushed the bartender away and grabbed another vodka bottle.


    “Yeah. Down the damn thing once more!” the other men cheered. “Woohoo!”


    “I request that you put the bottle down, or I’ll be forced to be rude,” the bartender warned.


    Benjamin didn’t even care and downed the third bottle. The bartender forcibly pulled the bottle away and


    called for the security. Two heavy men rushed in and picked him up from both ends by Benjamin’s arms


    and took him outside. “Don’t shake him too much, or he’ll vomit on your shoes!” Some customers made


    fun of the security as they walked past them. “Whoever that was, he’s crazy. He’s gonna pass out soon


    and wake up with a killer hangover tomorrow.”


    Benjamin, however, kept walking along the street. He waspletely conscious, and he still felt the pain


    in the heart as much as before. The alcohol didn’t do anything to lessen the hurtful feelings.


    Suddenly, a car stopped next to him. “Benjamin?” a familiar voice called out for him. It was Reba.


    Both she and Jane were in the car. The back door opened, and Benjamin lifelessly walked and got


    inside.


    “What were you doing outside instead of going home?” asked Reba.


    He didn’t respond. He could see how bright her face was. It was the face of someone with no worries, of


    someone who recently achieved something. (If only you could feel my pain…)


    “I can smell vodka from him,” Jane looked back at him. “It smells bad. Did he drink from some cheap


    bar?”


    Drinking outside in a bar without even taking her permission beforehand? Reba didn’t like that. She


    put her foot on the elerator so hard, Jane got scared for a second. “Whoa, what’s gotten into you!”


    Jane felt her hair rise. “Take it easy. You are wearing high heels!”


    Reba still drove rashly, and at a turn, her foot slipped over the brake pedal, and the heel broke. Her


    footnded awkwardly, and her ankle bent, and her bone cracked. “Ah!” she cried out in pain.


    Jane reacted in the nick of time and squeezed the brake pedal with her foot until the tires skidded into a


    halt.


    Reba groaned and whined in pain. “Ugh, I think my ankle broke.” “What?” Jane was surprised. “I


    know you don’t like high heels. Why did you wear them today? For the fest?”


    Reba nodded while pain filled her expression. “I didn’t want to, but they’d attract attention.”


    “So?” Jane wanted to rap Reba’s head with her knuckles. “The world cares for appearances,


    but how long do you think you can maintain your appearance? You’re going to get old one day, and no


    man will look at you sexually anymore. That’s the reality.” “Huh, isn’t everyone still looking at my mother


    now? Even when she’s past fifty?”


    “Don’t get fooled by your mother. She’s done surgery to her face multiple times, and it worked out for her.


    But the truth is there are more failed surgeries than sessful ones, and go ask anyone who got their


    surgeries messed up, and they’ll only say one thing. They badly miss the old natural charm they had. So


    try to be as natural as possible like me. Even when I wear high heels, I throw them away once I’m done


    with them.” “I get it,” Reba cringed in pain. “Take me to the hospital.” “Yeah, but we should first move


    you to the back,” Jane turned her head and looked at Benjamin who was sitting with his arms folded.


    “Why are you sitting there like a statue? Come and help me move Reba to the back.” Benjamin kept


    staring at them, testing their temper. “What the heck, dude?” Jane got irritated. “Did you drink too much


    to be unable to even hear what I am saying?”


    “No,” Reba said, looking at Benjamin. “I know he can hear us. Look at those eyes. Those are not the


    eyes of someone loving. Now that he’s drunk, he’s showing his true self. His usual good-man’s face has


    worn off, and he’s just like your typical man who loves for gains. The fact that he doesn’t want to help me


    now but still calls himself the son-inw of the Sterling family proves that I’m right.” “No shit,” Jane


    blurted out in annoyance. “And whose fault is that?” “What?” Reba was shocked. “Are you saying it’s


    my fault he’s behaving like this? He’s the one who’s ungrateful. Not me!” Jane’s brows raised. “I’m not


    going to bother trying to repair your messed up rtionship, so, why don’t you just slide over to my seat,


    and I’ll do the driving.” Reba gritted her teeth and spoke no more. Jane soon started driving, and


    Reba was making low painful sounds. Jane nced and looked at Benjamin through the mirror. He


    didn’t seem concerned about his wife’s situation. He looks like a different man today. Just what


    happened between these two in thesest few days?) Her eyes slowly widened. (Don’t tell me… it’s


    because I told him to spank her that evening? Did that cause all this? Does that mean I am responsible


    for worsening their rtionship?)