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Jamie's heart raced, anxiety tightening her throat. She dreaded what Ben might say next.

As soon as the call connected, Winnie hit the speaker button.

Silence lingered on the other end, broken only by the faint sound of Ben's breathing.

"Jack, where are you?" Winnie couldn't wait and spoke first.

Ben's voice came through, unmistakably slurred from drinking. "I'm at the bar. Can you come pick me up?"

"I'm coming right now!" Winnie set her phone down and hurried upstairs to change, missing the name Ben muttered afterward. "Mimi..."

It was the nickname he used to call her when they were together. Even after their breakup, she hadn't heard him use it again until now.

Jamie froze, fear washing over her. If Winnie had heard him say that, she would have been furious.

Quickly, she picked up the phone and ended the call.

Winnie returned a few minutes later, throwing a casual jacket over her pajamas. "Jamie, come with me to pick up Jack. I can't lift him on my own, especially if he's that drunk. He wouldn't have dialed your number by mistake otherwise." Jamie didn't want to go. Her sister rarely asked her for anything, and this was the first time she had made such a request. It felt wrong to turn her down outright.

Reluctantly, and under Winnie's urging, Jamie agreed to go with her. They took a cab to the bar.

When they arrived, they found Ben slumped over the table, surrounded by empty bottles.

"Oh my god, how much did he drink?" Winnie whispered, her heart aching at the sight.

He had really pushed himself for this event, drinking to excess and ignoring the toll on his body.

She quickly moved to support him. "Jack, I'm here to take you home."

"Get off me," Ben muttered, lifting his head.

When he saw Winnie, he shook her off. She wasn't the one he wanted by his side. He wanted Jamie. Winnie stood there, stunned, unable to believe what she was hearing. "Jack... it's me. Your fiancée!"

Ben remained indifferent.

To him, their relationship was just a facade. If it weren't for his inability to let go of Jamie, he wouldn't have involved himself with Winnie at all. "Jack!" Winnie's voice quivered with sadness.

She didn't drink herself, so she had

no idea what being drunk felt like Could alcohol really blur reality to the point that you couldn't even recognize the people closest to you?

Ben's gaze shifted to Jamie, and he reached out, trying to grab hold of her.

"Winnie, let's just get him home first. Whatever it is, we can talk about at when he sobers up tomorrow," Jamie said, grasping Ben's hand as she motioned for Winnie to help.

Together, they each took one of his arms and managed to lift him.

As they made their way out, the hostess at the entrance tried to bid him farewell. "Mr. Lucas, we look forward to seeing you again."

Ben didn't respond, and Winnie was too distracted to notice that the “Mr. Lucas' the hostess referred to was, in fact, her beloved fiancé, Jack Green.

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In the next moment, Ben wrapped his arm around her waist, leaning his whole weight against her back, making them look unmistakably like a couple.

Winnie's face changed, cycling through shock, confusion, and something darker.

Even if she had been oblivious before, she could no longer deny that something was amiss.

She could write off the earlier phone call as a mistake.

But now?

Was he genuinely mistaking Jamie for someone else, or was his drunkenness revealing his true feelings?