I watch her sip on the wine. “Your drinking. That’s not good.” I chuckle, crossing my leg over my thigh, my hand gripping on my ankle, leaning my back against the couch.

She has a bitter smile, twisting her wedding ring around her finger. She married my best friend Jeremy. I am so so so so jealous of him. I love him to death but I could treat her so much better.

“What’s going on?” I ask, tilting my head.