Cecília
Throughout the workday, I focus on my tasks to avoid thinking about unwanted things. Coldness has become my defense, and every word directed at Liam is like a sharp knife cutting any trace of affection.
When I get home, I follow my domestic routine and enjoy the food stored in the fridge, without worrying about Liam. While dining alone, I look at the space in front of me, and it becomes impossible not to think about what could have been.
It was a little past ten in the evening when Liam arrived at the apartment, and once again, I questioned what he was doing out so late. It's hard to believe he was at the office until that hour. Maybe he decided to meet the red-haired model. Or perhaps Leila herself. Like any handsome and wealthy man, Liam has many women at his disposal, and I w
