The next morning, Daren got up from bed and frowned at the excessive amount of head pounds he got due to his alcohol exhibition last night.

"Good morning, My drunken fake husband"

He veers and took notice of the cup of hot steamy coffee in my hand, he adds and waits for me, as I pulled out a cup over to him.

He gulps down and didn't say anything, not after he finally got himself, he turned and said, "what did you just call me a while ago?".

It seems that the effect of the alcohol has been washed off from his eyes, it was now time to let him...