Abigail’s POV
I didn't want to see Liam. I really didn't. But after his insistent calls and pleading texts, I finally gave in.
Reluctantly, I agreed to meet him at a small, out-of-the-way restaurant. The last place on earth I wanted to be was sitting across from the man who had betrayed me, the man who had cheated on me with my own stepsister.
But I had to find out what was so important that he couldn't say it over the phone.
I arrived at the restaurant, my face a mask of indifference, and spotted Liam sitting in a booth by the window.
He stood up when he saw me, a hopeful smile stretching across his face. I ignored it, walking past him and sliding into the seat across from where he had been sitting.
“Abigail,” he began, his voice full of a warmth that made my skin crawl. “Thanks
