Chapter thirty three

Sara’s POV

Zack's arrival back home was delayed, and when he finally stumbled through the door, it was clear he had been drinking heavily. His shirt was untucked, and his usually sharp gaze was unfocused.

"Zack?" I called out from the kitchen, hearing his unsteady footsteps. "Are you okay?" I had left the room to get something from the kitchen.

"Just peachy," he mumbled, nearly tripping over the rug as he made his way towards the stairs. "Where's my lovely wife?"

"I'm here," I said, stepping into the hallway. "We need to talk."

He turned to face me, a bitter smile playing on his lips. "Talk? About what? How you embarrassed me at the party?"

"Embarrassed you?" I repeated, stunned. "Derick was the one—"

"Derick was doing what he thought you wanted," Zack snapped, his voice rising. "You looked prett……