Liam’s POV
I pace the length of the room, my fists clenched, fury curling tight in my chest like a storm refusing to die down. “She’s still ignoring me.” My voice grates with fury. I pace, glare at the phone like it’s mocking me. “How long, Lila? How long will you hide in his shadow? He’s not even trustworthy! So why the hell do you still trust him?”
The words scrape out of me sharper than I intend, and I drag a hand through my hair, tugging at the roots. My jaw tightens as I exhale, long and shaky. I close my eyes for a moment, forcing air into my lungs before opening them again. “I thought… knowing we’re still married, knowing I never proceeded with the divorce, would make her come back,” I whisper. “But I was wrong.”
My throat tightens. Lila used to want me. She used to look at me li
