Juliette
"Liam Davis is dead."
I knock my head on the pillow and stare at the ceiling.
"He killed himself." I laugh. "He was inlove with Harvey. They were both screwing behind my back. Liam killed Harvey because he couldn't stand seeing him with someone else. Do you know how crazy that sounds? Everytime I think about it, I can't help but laugh. It's like my head still can't process the craziness of it all. My husband and his best friend?!"
I turn to look at Abby, my therapist. She has a sorry look on her face.
"Don't look at me like that."
"Like what?"
"Like you feel sorry for me."
"But I do." She frowns. "I feel sorry for you. Your husband was killed at your wedding. The media has been dragging you through the mud for weeks for something you didn't do. In all of our sessions, all
