Liam’s POV
The next morning, I was half awake, lying on the bed, when I heard Olivia blabbering something under her breath.
I turned slightly, cracking one eye open to see her pacing around the room, tying her hair into a messy bun and mumbling furiously.
“All husbands are the same… wise when proposing, sweet when chasing, but once caught, treat us like invisible ghosts,” she grumbled, throwing her hands in the air dramatically.
I chuckled quietly, pretending to still be asleep.
“And what do we get? Neglection!” she huffed, pulling the curtains aside with a harsh snap. “They do their job like trained dogs — loyal, yes — but emotionally deaf!”
I couldn’t help it. A full-blown laugh escaped me.
Olivia spun around, glaring at me with mock fury. "Oh, now you laugh!"
I pulled her toward
