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    “That’s fine by me. I’m single now, after all,” Eileen responded casually. “But there’s no need to get Phoebe any toy boys. You’re still her husband, right?”


    Phoebe scoffed. “He’s clearly a husband with something wrong with his head. Otherwise, why would he want to get me toy boys?”


    Caught off guard, Jacob sensed a trap. He paused and then gently tugged at Phoebe’s sleeve, pleading, “Honey, if you’re mad at me, just go home. Let me handle everything. Please, just don’t turn me over to Eileen!”


    “You’ll have to resolve the mess you made on your own. Don’t try to drive a wedge between Eileen and me.” Phoebe knew that Eileen’s invitation today was primarily to confront Jacob. Determined not to strain her friendship with Eileen, Phoebe decided to side with her.


    She turned to face Eileen and urged, “Tell me how we’re going to do this, Eileen. I can’t wait any longer.”


    Eileen gestured toward the durian peel next to Jacob andid out his options. “Kneel on what we prepared or drink. If you don’t kneel, you’ll have to drink. Either way, you’re here for the next three or four hours tonight.”


    This implied that if Jacob chose not to kneel, he would have to drink an excessive amount—likely more than what was avable on the table now.


    Confused by Eileen’s motives, Jacob weighed his options. Finally, he chose to kneel and awkwardly settled onto the pile of instant noodles.


    No sooner had he taken his ce than a crisp sound echoed.


    “It must be broken. Now, it’s your turn to drink. I’ll make it easy on you, just three sses to start.” Eileen slid three sses of wine toward Jacob.


    Jacob said, “Even if Gabri were here kneeling on instant noodles, they’d still break. You set this up!”


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    “Since you know it, why do you still ask?” Eileen countered, a yful edge to her voice. “If you can’t bear it, just drink.”


    She leaned back on the sofa, watching Jacob with a faint smile. Jacob’s face flushed with embarrassment as he looked desperately at Phoebe for support.


    Phoebe, however, continued to fill the empty sses. “For the sake of my friendship with Eileen, you should drink. Don’t worry, I’ll make sure you get home safely if you’ve had too much.”


    With a grimace, Jacob downed the three sses of strong liquor in one swift motion. Kneeling on the washboard, the pain in his knees worsened after just five minutes. He downed three more sses after that. He barely managed a minute on the durian peel.


    Less than an hourter, Jacob slumped against the sofa, clutching Phoebe’s leg, and began to plead, “Honey, why would you take Eileen’s side over mine? My legs are killing me. There’s no way I can have sex using your favorite position tonight!”


    “Get lost!” A flush crept over Phoebe’s face as she shoved Jacob away.


    “You need to be kinder. You can’t be as harsh as Eileen. Bryan is such a decent guy, yet she tormented him and forced him toe back.” Resting his head on Phoebe’s knees, Jacob continued, “Bryan really is a good guy, but look at the mess he’s in now. I’m unable to help him…” Tears welled up in his eyes as he spoke.


    Phoebe nced at Eileen and cautioned, “If you push him for answers, he might just spill everything. But remember, the way Jacob and Josue have covered it up and trapped Bryan suggests a truth you might not want to face. Are you sure you’re ready for that?”


    “What could possibly be worse than Bryan being dead?” Eileen asked, a bitter smile curving her lips. “He insists on handling everything alone, leaving mepletely out of the loop. Am I truly his wife, or merely a puppet he maniptes at will?”


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