~~Scarlette~~
A week.
A full damn week.
And Liam hasn't come home.
I’ve tossed and turned every night, pacing the house like a ghost—every corner of it filled with his absence. Even the silence feels louder now. Colder.
And of course, Mother won't shut up.
“That boy left because he knows that baby’s not his,” she hissed earlier.
I laughed.
Not because it was funny, but because if I didn’t, I’d scream. That old woman really believes Liam ran away because he can’t handle the truth?
Ridiculous.
She’s ridiculous.
And she has no idea what she’s talking about.
Every second, I’ve been tempted to call him. To storm out, drag him back by his damn collar and demand he looks me in the eye. But I won’t.
No. He owes me.
He wronged me. In the most cruel f*****g way.
I’m carrying his child
