After smiling drunkenly for a few minutes, Serena burst into tears. "How could you, baby? How could you kiss me with your lips tasting like blueberries? You know I love blueberries." She jumped on Owen, pushing him into the room. The force of her push made him stumble, reaching out to grab the toilet as he fell. He had been in the shower when he heard her knocking, and all he had on was a towel, now lying on the ground. His bare, slender body was exposed. "Serena, wait," Owen tried to protest, his voice strained with concern. But Serena, still in her drunken state, grabbed him by the balls and pulled him toward the kitchen, navigating every nook and cranny of his house with alarming precision. "Serena, you need to stop," Owen said, his voice a mix of confusion and urgency. "We can't do this. Not like this." Serena, her tears mixing with a look of fierce determination, ignored his words. "Why did you leave me?" she slurred, her grip tightening. "Why did you leave us? You promised y