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“Because,” I breathed, swallowing, “I’m still married to your brother.”
Like a slap.
His body jerked away from mine like he’d been stung, his hands gone, his heat pulled away.
Silence.
Heavy. Cold. Real.
I turned around slowly, facing him.
His face had changed—no longer cocky. No longer bold.
Just… broken. And pissed.
He stepped back one more time, his jaw tight, fists clenched at his sides.
"What the hell do you mean you're still married to my brother, huh?" Liam snapped.
His voice cut through the air like a blade. Sharp. Bitter. Loud enough that a couple people outside the bar turned to stare.
I folded my arms, chin high, and let the words roll off my tongue like I’d been waiting to say them.
“What else do you think I mean, Liam
