Chadwick’s POV

That night after I told my wife that I wanted a divorce, I went to a bar with my friend, Edward.

“I was so damned mad! Sh*t! F*ck!” I complained to Edward while we sat in front of the bar counter with glasses of whiskey in our hands.

Edward, who came to accompany me and listen to my tattle, stared at me with eyes which saw a pathetic puppy in the middle of the rain.

“Hey, explain it to me in words. How can I understand you if you just keep on cursing like that in front of my face?” he responded. “Also, please lower your voice. People...