She turned to Ariella, pleading, "Ariella, you have to believe me. We were both drunk and just woke up here. I honestly don't know what happened."
My wife, still furious, became even angrier when she heard that. "Enough!"
"I treated you like my best friend, and this is how you repay me? How could you do this with my husband?"
Chloe kept her head down, crying, repeatedly saying, "It's not like that."
But she couldn't explain it any further.
As I calmed down, I started to sense that something was off.
I knew for a fact that when I'm drunk, I can't do anything, especially not to Chloe.
I moved closer and grabbed my wife's hand, desperately. "You know me, babe. When I'm drunk, I'm completely useless. Nothing could've happened between us. You have to believe me."
Ariella let out a cold laugh. "You two are lying naked in bed, and you expect me to believe nothing happened? How can I trust you?"
I was speechless.
I knew no one would believe me in this situation, and I was on the verge of tears. "Babe, I don't know what happened, but please believe me. We're innocent."
For a brief moment, I saw my wife's expression soften.