Fifty Seven

Sia~

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I force my eyes open as the realization that I'm alone dawns on me. I glare at the empty space beside me and a pang of disappointment waved through me ruining the day I am yet to even begin.

But it was immediately replaced with anger at my awful husband.

Is he always so happy to leave me alone? I roll my body to his side of the bed.

Cold. Signifying he has been gone a while. So much for hopes of waking up with kisses.

I pout. Liam is such a bad husband. Even if he is fake.

I pull the duvet over my head, shutting my eyes so tightly together, it hurts.

I wasn't sure why I'm so mad but all I know is I am extremely furious.

I really should work on sleeping less deeply so I can be able to tell when the son of a cow slips out of bed.

He must be blind to have seen someone like me on the bed and still able to work out.

I move out of the soft bed with the duvet draped around me as I drag my feet along to the bathroom grumbling incoherent words to myself. But then I change m