Page 189 of My Fake Dating with the Grumpiest Highlander
And I remain sitting on that stone wall beneath the star-filled Highland sky wondering how to fix something that just shattered completely.
Or whether it’s even worth trying anymore.
CHAPTER 27
FINN
The Drunk Doctor and the Truths That Destroy Everything
(Or How Alcohol Reveals What You’d Rather Bury)
I’m drinking.
It’s a terrible idea.
I know that.
As a doctor, I should be the first person to understand the dangers of drowning your problems in alcohol.
But right now, sitting in the darkest corner of The Grumpy Sheep, I honestly don’t give a damn.
The whisky burns down my throat.
It’s the only sensation I can still clearly identify.
Everything else is just a painful blur filled with Mary’s face, her tears, and my own cruel words replaying in endless loops like a sentence handed down by a judge.
“There is no us, Mary.”
“It was a mistake.”
“A lapse in judgment.”
I order another drink.
Ewan pours it without comment, but his expression says enough.
Probably something along the lines of: Poor idiot. He’s destroying himself.
And he’d be right.
The Highland Games continue outside.
The day has been endless.
Nothing but an endless string of patients treated mechanically, forced smiles, and questions I answered automatically while my mind stayed somewhere else.
With her.
Always with her.
I saw her once from a distance.
She was laughing with Cameron and Connor.
A fake laugh.
I know the difference now that I’ve heard her real ones.
