“Chloe, I step out for a minute, and you’re really living it up, aren’t you?” Liam’s voice on the phone was tight with barely suppressed fury. Having a blast at a bar with my best friend, draped over male escorts, acting like a drunken fool, and then posting it all on SnapChat. What’s it like for your brand-new husband to see that? My family was relentless, practically hounding me to get married. So, I ended up in a marriage of convenience with someone I’d only known for two weeks, a guy I’d met on a blind date. The day after our wedding, Liam left for a business trip, no fixed return date. During his absence, I truly let loose. Maya and I were having a blast at the bar, and in a burst of joy, I just waved my hand and ordered a few male escorts to join us for drinks. Moments later, a whole line-up of drop-dead gorgeous guys stood before me. Broad shoulders, narrow waists, long legs – every single one of them a perfect specimen. And their sweet talk? Calling me ‘honey’ and ‘darling’ had me absolutely beaming. After a few stiff drinks, I was seeing double. I clung to a male escort, acting like a drunken fool, and Maya couldn’t even stop me. Then I pulled out my phone, took a selfie with a guy on each arm, and clicked over to SnapChat to post it. Just a few minutes after I posted, my phone buzzed. That familiar contact name popped up, and it was like a bucket of ice water dumped over my head. I sobered up instantly. It was a message from my husband, the one who’d been on a business trip since our wedding and who I’d barely seen since. “Chloe, I step out for a minute, and you’re really living it up, aren’t you?” Me: …Uh… wait… I can explain… My best friend, Maya, was incredibly sympathetic to my plight, even wondering if Liam was gay or… incapable. Why else would he abandon such a gorgeous wife to practically marry his job? Suddenly, Maya sprang to her feet. “Do you think Liam has someone else on the side? That’s why he just leaves you here, ignoring you?” Liam and I had no real emotional connection. He pursued his career, I indulged in my pleasures. We pretty much lived separate lives. I was perfectly content with the current situation: living the high life, plenty of cash, and no one breathing down my neck. The next second, Liam’s mom, my mother-in-law, called. I paused, frowning in thought. What was going on? “Chloe, I saw your SnapChat post. I know Liam has been too busy to spend time with you lately. I’ve already given him an earful and told him to clear his schedule and spend some quality time with you.” I let out an awkward chuckle. “Mom, no, it wasn’t like that, that was me…” How was I supposed to explain this? Waiting for answers.
Oh, great. I’ve really messed up now. To avoid a complete disaster, I decided to surrender. I quickly deleted the SnapChat post and sent Liam a message. “Sorry, my hand slipped, I posted by mistake.” I didn’t get a reply for ages after sending the message. So, I pulled Maya back into drinking. A few more drinks, and my face was flushed, I was swaying on my feet. “Maya, I’m going to the restroom.” “I’ll go with you.” Maya quickly stood up and steadied me, a worried look on her face. In my state, going alone felt a bit risky. “No, I can manage. I’m not drunk.” After I was done, I splashed some cold water on my face at the sink. The chill instantly brought me back to my senses. I straightened up, only to see an incredibly handsome man suddenly appear behind me. I froze for a good five seconds. He was tall and broad-shouldered, impeccably dressed in a crisp white shirt and dress pants. His features were deep and refined, his eyes calm and distant. His sharp profile looked utterly cold in the dim bar light. Liam stood before me, his brows furrowed as he took in my boozy state, reeking of booze. I tilted my head, confused. “Liam? What are you doing here?” Then I couldn’t help but let out a little burp, my legs giving out slightly as I swayed to the side. Liam quickly reached out and steadied me, as if afraid I’d face-plant. His voice was flat. “The bar owner is a friend of mine. He told me he saw my wife all over other men and asked if our marriage was okay!” “…” Maya, seeing I hadn’t returned, rushed to the restroom to find me. She let out a sigh of relief when she saw me leaning against Liam’s shoulder, safe and sound. Maya nervously cleared her throat and avoided my gaze. “Well, uh, I’ll leave you to it. I’m heading back.” Terrified Liam would hold her accountable for ‘kidnapping’ his wife for a night of wild partying, she grabbed her bag and made a run for it. Liam gave a brief nod, then scooped up my much-too-pliant frame and headed for the exit. But a member of the bar staff suddenly ran over, stopping Liam. “Sir, the male escorts this lady ordered haven’t been paid for yet. Would you like to settle the bill?” Liam looked at the bill, then turned to his assistant. “…” His assistant got the hint immediately and stepped forward to pay.
The next day, bright and early. I woke up from a deep sleep, the hangover from last night was awful. The strong liquor felt like fire searing my throat, accompanied by throbbing headaches. I struggled to push myself up and sit. Seeing my familiar bedroom, my racing heart finally settled. I must have drunk too much, and Maya brought me home. I threw off the covers and went to the living room for water, only to see Liam sitting on the large sofa. I blinked, thinking I was mistaken. He was wearing casual loungewear, his long legs casually crossed. Sleek, gold-rimmed glasses perched on his high nose bridge, and he was intently reading a book. Warm sunlight streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows, casting a soft, shimmering halo around him. I was a little stunned, mumbling his name aloud. “Liam?” Liam looked up at the sound. “Awake?” But the memory of yesterday flashed in my mind, and I asked, a little sheepishly, “You… aren’t going to work?” He glanced at me, his voice calm. “My mom said I was always working and not spending time with you. She stopped all my work for this period and told me to focus on you.” “…” Liam set his book aside, then picked up a small piece of paper from the sofa beside him and walked towards me. He held the paper out to me, his gaze deep and unwavering. “Yesterday. Explain yourself.” In the quiet air, Liam’s low, magnetic voice broke through, carrying an almost imperceptible chill, his eyes radiating a dangerous intensity. I looked closer and saw it was the bill for the male escorts I’d ordered last night… I thought he was asking me for money. “I’ll pay you back… Don’t be so petty!”
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