11
Back at the house, everything was as I’d left
- it.
A little messy.
After all, when I left, I had taken all the
valuables.
Liam started with an accusation, “Who is
he?”
I raised an eyebrow. “Boy toy.”
“You used to say that you couldn’t handle an
open marriage, now you’ve got yourself a
young stud. Having fun these past few days?”
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Liam scowled, a smirk playing at his lips but
with a dangerous coldness in his eyes.
I looked at him and smiled. “I did. Young guys
have great stamina.”
My frank answer seemed to have thrown him
off balance.
I was getting tired of this. “Liam, is this all you want to talk about? Because if it is, I’m
leaving. He’s young, he probably has
nightmares when he sleeps alone. I should go
keep him company.
He’d said those words to me many times
before.
Liam remembered the past. His face instantly
darkened. But then he looked at me, took two
<
steps closer, and smiled down at me. “Chloe,
we should let them go, and start over. What
do you say? The person I love is you…
I pushed him away, looked at him, and said,
“You don’t love me. You just can’t stand it
when someone leaves you. You’ve always
been a control freak. Ever since you were a
kid, you’d rather starve than eat a cookie that
had a bite taken out of it. Now, you’d rather
take on mistress after mistress than let me
- go. You need to keep the facade of your
perfect marriage.”
After all these years, I knew him so well.
I knew how cold he was, how selfish.
He was done with me.
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But he wasn’t about to let anyone else have
- me.
That wasn’t love. That was his own ego.
“Liam, you’re really messed up. You need
help.”
