It's over

The moment Steven got home, the first place he went was the bar. But when he set his sight on the wine bottles, he froze, barely able to move his legs or exhale the air that he had been suppressing in his lungs.

It has been months since Jackson got involved in the accident, and Steven had restrained his every desire to have alcohol because of that unfaithful day.

But now, he felt his willpower weakening with every second he spent staring at those shelves until he completely lost to his cravings.

Pushing aside every logical reason that his head was giving him to avoid those bottles, the pain ripping through his heart made it difficult for Steven to listen to reasoning.

As the evening sky slowly became a bit darker, Joe walked in on Steven with a half-full wine bottle and an empty glass.

“Sir, I think that's enough alcohol for now,” Joe said while staring at his boss with concern in his eyes.

Steven was about to reply when the doorbell rang. So he s