The Marriage (Darkest Lies Trilogy Book 3) by Bethany-Kris (animal farm read .txt) 📕

wasn’t the only one putting the weight of blame on his shoulders.

Marky was the only one who didn’t want to burn him at the stake for the choice, apparently.

“Hello, Mr. Avdonin,” a familiar voice said through the phone. “Sylvia here. I just went in to check on your wife, and she doesn’t want to talk.”

Right.

The same answer he’d been getting.

“To me, you mean?” he growled into the phone.

“To anyone. She’s been quite hostile towards us pretty much since you left the facility.”

“So, she’s refusing treatment?”

“We haven’t even broached that subject yet, Mr. Avdonin,” Sylvia replied with a sigh.

Roman flattened a palm to his face, seeing white dots floating in front of his eyes as the anger bubbled beneath his surface.

Maybe this was how Karine felt, too. Like she wasn’t in control of anything. If she wanted to give him a taste of what she experienced on a daily basis, then she had succeeded.

“I just want to speak to my wife, okay? Can you get her to do that? Fuck the treatment. Fuck the program. I just need to hear her voice.”

It took the woman on the other end of the call a minute to respond, and when she did, it wasn’t at all what Roman wanted to hear. “I can’t make any promises. This entire thing has been traumatic for her in a way I’m not sure you’ve truly realized ... It’s on her, now. Some people need a lot of time, and let’s hope she is just one of them. Hopefully, she’ll come around.”

He also heard what she didn’t say.

Or didn’t want to say, rather.

You made your bed—lie in it.

Roman ended the call.

He didn’t want to listen to any more.

As he headed out of his parents’ house, he texted Marky to meet him at Poe’s.

It was code that Marky would recognize.

Everything was just too much, and Roman swore he was starting to fall apart at the seams. There was only one thing he could do to get himself under some semblance of control, even if it would leave him numb.

He just needed to feel alive.

If only for a second.

Even though he was the one who’d admitted Karine into a facility, it was as though she had been the one who left him for dead. He didn’t even think she knew it.

How could she?

EIGHT

Marky was late, and by the time he got to Poe’s—well, the deed was done. Roman was already sniffing hard, and rubbing his nose with the back of his hand.

“What the fuck did you do, man?” Marky asked, rushing to where Roman stood at the mouth of the alley beside the dive bar known only as Poe’s to the men who liked to frequent the place.

His friend didn’t bother to lean against the wall like he was. With a cigarette burning to dust between his fingers, he couldn’t actually remember whether or not he’d taken a drag off it before it was practically gone.

“Nothing. I didn’t do anything to help her,” Roman replied.

That wasn’t what Marky asked, but it was the only thing on Roman’s mind. The entire reason why he was standing there sniffing what coke remained in his nose straight up to his fucking brain. Too bad he’d never been able to take enough to end it all.

Somehow, he’d never found a threshold.

“Fuck that. And I want to know what you’re doing here, Roman. This is the last place in the city you should be—what are you doing?”

Roman threw the spent cigarette butt to the ground, and grabbed his friend by the shoulders. “That’s what everyone seems to think. Including my parents. They think I abandoned her. I married her, for fuck’s sake.”

“Roman, look at me,” Marky snapped, shoving out of his friend’s hold.

“I am looking at you, man. I’m telling you exactly what’s going on. I married a girl, and then abandoned her. I should be shot in the fucking face.”

At that point, despite the somber tone of his voice, Roman broke into a loud cackling laugh when he made a gun with his fingers, pointed it at his head, and pretended to pull the trigger.

Unsurprisingly, Marky didn’t find it funny. His suspicious gaze swept the street to see if anyone was watching them. No one was.

Roman pulled a pack of cigarettes out of his jacket and lit another smoke. The ache in his chest said he didn’t need another one, but fuck it.

He was already dead.

One more wouldn’t hurt.

“Yeah, yeah, okay, I heard you,” Marky said, shaking his head. “I’m not going to stand here and give you a fucking speech right now, but you don’t need me to, either. You know what you’re here for, and I can see it all over your face. Your eyes get black like coal when you’re high on coke, Rome, do you even realize that?”

Roman blinked, licking his lips and smirking a bit. “Do they?”

The coke made his mirth insatiable. Things that weren’t at all funny became one long joke to him. He couldn’t stop the urge to see everything as good. Because it was better when he was like this.

Even if nothing was good at all.

His relationship with Karine, his life, all of it was falling apart and there wasn’t anything he could do about it.

Marky groaned as he put his back to the wall, standing beside Roman. “You’ve been clean for months, man. You were so fucking close.”

The sky was the brightest of blues.

“It doesn’t even matter,” Roman said quietly.

“Nah, it does. You know it does.”

“Yeah, well—”

“And you’re a married man, now. You have a chick who cares about you. What are you doing getting fucked up, huh? How’s that gonna look?”

“She won’t even talk to me on the phone. She fucking hates me.” Roman pushed away from Marky and the wall, throwing that cigarette to the ground, too. He really didn’t need it, and he’d lost the urge for nicotine, really.

His friend took small steps, keeping his distance but still following behind. Marky knew better than to think he could get