Rose had woken up in the morning with a terrible hangover just like every other morning since the past few days but she had still not gotten used to it. The only thing that was different this morning was that she had not woken up in her own bed. She had crashed in the guest room when Fred had accused her of cheating on him. She did not cheat on him. At least not on that night.

　　But all the other times, it was out of her control. All those other men provided her comfort and ...