~~Scarlette~~
The heavy sigh Emelia gave was too strong. Like something deep inside her still hadn't been set free.
But what was she even thinking? Since when did she know Liam enough to believe he’d fall for her silly talks? She had to be stupid if she thought Liam was the same leftover husband I dumped. Dumb child.
I picked up the breakfast tray and walked into the dining room.
“Hey Liam… here’s your breakfast. And probably the last time I act like a wifey to any man,” I said.
He turned to look at me, already dressed. Jeans hugged his waist, and a light blue short-sleeved shirt clung to his body, intentionally unbuttoned at the top, exposing part of his chest. He sat calmly, as if he hadn’t just stolen sleep from my eyes last night.
“So… who are you going out to meet?” I asked, try
