Suddenly, Laurel stopped sobbing and stared blankly at the ceiling.
"Why did he do that? We have been together since our young age. We went through everything together. I endured everything for him. I thought of my stepson as my own," Laurel lamented, her voice cracking with pain. "But why does it have to end up like this?"
"It's not your fault. I know this sounds cheesy, but seriously, if someone wants to cheat on you, no matter how good you are to them, they will find a way to do it."
Laurel turned her gaze away; the agony was evident in her eyes. "I envy you, Hazel. You seem to have everything: love, support... But you are an asshole."
"What is that supposed to mean?" Hazel frowned, squeezing the urge to pinch her so she would be a little bit sober. It felt not right to be annoyed by a drunken word.
