Third POV (a day before the wedding)
Behind the huge wooden desk, James was drinking one glass of alchohol, after another. Yet, he couldn't get rid of the hunting thoughts, the burning humiliation and above all the immense guilt he was feeling.
His thoughts were interrupted, when the smash of the door, Liam stormed inside his home-studio. He had a dark expression on his face, he looked pissed, but at the same time nervous and scared. He looked at James with fiery eyes, breathing hard.
"Say it! Just say it damn it" - Liam yelled
"Cheers!" - James raised his glass with a painful smile in his face "A tost for being the stupiest, biggest jerks in the planet. We have been accused often of this, but now there is no doubt whatssoever"
"Say it!" - Liam yelled, smashing an expensive vase o
