LOGIN“Hello, Nina. It’s really nice to meet you.” Liam responded with a smile on his face.
I could hear his voice echoing in my ears while my mind played back events from last night. It felt like my favourite memory had suddenly become a nightmare that I was living in. “What’s wrong, honey?” Daniel asked, turning slightly so he had a good look at my pale face. “You look like you’ve seen a ghost.” For a brief second, I wished my belly would burst open and I’d be rushed to the hospital immediately. One thing I was grateful for was the fact that no one could hear how fast my heart was beating. “I’m fine,” I answered, forcing the worst smile anyone had ever seen before shifting my eyes back to Liam, my stranger from last night. “You’re welcome to our home.” “Thank you,” his eyes pierced through my soul to see how uneasy I was. “Daniel here never told me the woman he married was the goddess of beauty herself.” The entire room erupted in laughter, and Daniel shook his head with an amused grin. “Relax, man. I already married her.” “Just stating facts,” Liam replied, lifting his hands to surrender peacefully. I laughed along with them so things didn’t seem even more awkward. All I could think about was how his lips had been on mine just a few hours ago. Was the universe punishing me for being happy for a few hours? “Alright,” Daniel said, clapping his hands once as he looked around the room. “Who’s hungry? Cause I’m starving.” The energy shifted immediately as everyone moved toward the dining table. Chairs scraped softly against the floor, glasses clinked, and voices overlapped as they settled into their seats. I found myself sitting beside Daniel, directly across from Liam, which felt less like a coincidence and more like some cruel design from karma. “Man, it’s been too long,” George said, leaning back as he stretched his arms slightly. “Work really did scatter us all across the country.” “No kidding,” Dennis, their African American friend added. “You barely get time to breathe these days while trying to make a living.” Liam let out a low laugh as he reached for his glass. “At least we’re all here now, and it took George getting married to make that happen.” He nodded toward him on the side of the table. Daniel chuckled. “That’s true, tell us how you met this woman who finally locked you down. Whoosh, it’s gonna be a good story.” George smiled from ear to ear, clearly enjoying the spotlight he was receiving from these men. “Nah, it’s not that interesting.” “That’s a damn lie,” Liam cut in smoothly. “It’s always interesting so you better start talking.” As the story began, I tried to focus on anything other than the man sitting across from me. I picked at my food, nodded at the right moments, and tried my best to avoid those damn eyes of his eyes but I could feel his attention like a weight I couldn’t shake. When I finally looked up, I realised he had been watching me the entire time while the others were busy listening to George. I quickly dropped my eyes back to my plate like a little child, hoping the movement hadn’t been too obvious. “…so I bumped into her at the supermarket again,” the man continued, gesturing as he spoke. “Literally bumped into her and our groceries were everywhere in seconds.” “Of course you did,” Daniel laughed. “And you helped her pick everything up, right?” Liam added. “Duh! What the hell were you expecting? That I’d be some jerk.” “That was really smooth,” Liam said with a small shake of his head. The food in front had slowly started failing at being a distraction. That was when I felt something brush against my ankle. At first, I told myself it was accidental, but when it happened again, slower, I looked across from me and saw Liam staring at me with a freaking smirk on his face. Was he trying to ruin me? Making him get a reaction from me wasn’t going to work, even as the sensation moved lightly along my leg to the rest of my body. My fingers tightened around my fork, and I forced myself to look down while I turned red as hell. How could he eat peacefully? Did he know I was Daniel’s wife when he came to me at the bar? Was this all an elaborate plan? What the hell was happening here? “Nina?” Daniel’s voice broke through the moment. I fidget like a child with a stolen toy at the sound of his voice. “Yes?” He frowned slightly. “Are you okay?” “I’m fine,” Trying my very best to keep my tone steady. I had claimed that Daniel was sleeping with his secretary when I had no proof. Meanwhile proof of adultery was sitting just across from me. “You sure?” “Yes,” I said again, offering everyone a small smile that felt practised. “Sorry guys, I’m just a little tired.” “Cut her some slack, Daniel. Maybe she’s just had a long day,” Dennis suggested. “Yeah,” I added quickly, grateful for the interruption. Daniel nodded and turned back to the conversation, but under the table, Liam hadn’t stopped teasing me with his feet like we were kids. My lungs had slowly started to fail because of the tension going on. If anything, I was hoping God in heaven would send an angel to take me away from this situation. Was Liam the angel God had sent to me? . “Nina, get it together,” I whispered to myself under my breath. Dinner continued with stories and laughter, the kind that should have felt warm and familiar, yet I experienced it from a distance, like I was watching someone else’s life unfold. Every now and then, I felt Liam’s gaze return to me, subtle but persistent, and each time it did, it reminded me of everything I was trying not to think about. When the meal finally ended, I stood up almost immediately, needing an excuse to move, to create some kind of distance between us. “I’ll clear the table,” I announced, reaching for the plates before anyone could object. “You don’t have to,” Daniel began. “I want to,” I replied, already gathering the dishes. “I’ll help you then,” Liam said as he pushed his chair back. “That’s not necessary,” My eyes landing on him with rage in my eyes. I could tell he was trying to ruin my marriage at this point. He stepped closer anyway, his tone calm but firm. “It’s fine. I don’t mind.” Daniel laughed lightly. “Go on, man. Help her since you’ve been praising her cooking all night.” Liam smiled. “I’m just being honest. You should try it sometime.” I didn’t respond as I carried the plates towards the kitchen, doing the walk of shame while he followed behind me closely. He left some distance between us while we walked and I could tell he was only doing that to have a good view of my body. Every hair on my body was standing at his point thanks to his gaze. The moment we stepped into the kitchen, I set the plates down and turned around. Before I could second-guess myself, I pulled him, reached back and shut the door, the soft click sealing us into the space alone. For a brief moment, neither of us spoke. Then I stepped closer, trying my best to lower my voice so the words wouldn’t come out louder and angrier than I had intended. “Jesus Christ! What the hell are you doing in my home?!”I sat with the therapist's question for two more weeks before I finally had an answer, though I didn't know that yet, and neither did Liam.He had asked himself, out loud, in that small office with the afternoon light slanting through the blinds, what controlling the outcome was actually protecting him from. He hadn't answered that day. He hadn't answered the following week either, circling the question in silence during long drives home, during quiet mornings before the office opened. But the question stayed with him, working its way loose over time the way real answers sometimes do, refusing to be rushed no matter how badly he wanted a clean, quick resolution."I think," he finally told his therapist, several sessions later, "it's protecting me from finding out that I could do everything right and still lose someone anyway. My father lost people too, in his own way, even while controlling everything he could reach with both hands. I think some part of me has always believed that if
I noticed him before I fully registered who he was, a familiar shape across the coffee shop, half hidden behind a newspaper he clearly wasn't reading, his eyes flicking up over the top of the page every few seconds.Kevin.My stomach tightened instantly, old instinct rising before conscious thought caught up to it. I glanced toward the door, calculating the distance, the exit, the fastest way out without drawing attention to myself. Then I stopped, made myself breathe, made myself actually look at the situation instead of just reacting to it the way my body wanted to.He was watching me. Not approaching, not yet, just watching, the way he had that first time months ago before Liam had appeared and put an end to it with a look and a steady presence at my side. I understood immediately what he was doing here, in this coffee shop, on an ordinary Tuesday afternoon. Testing. Waiting to see if the absence of a powerful man standing visibly beside me meant the boundary I'd drawn had softened
Liam kept working during the days, the way he always had, the office the one place that still made sense when nothing else did, when the rest of his life felt suspended somewhere between hope and dread. But in the evenings, this time, he didn't go home to an empty apartment and sit with the silence until it hollowed him out the way it had before the board vote, staring at the closet, at the untouched side of the bed. This time he decided, deliberately, consciously, that silence wasn't something to survive alone anymore.He called Eleanor first."I want to understand," he told her, sitting in her formal sitting room for the second time in as many months, though this visit felt different from the last, less like an interrogation and more like an actual conversation between two people trying to reach each other honestly. "Not just the history with Drew's father, not just the business side of it. I want to understand what it was actually like for you, living with someone who managed inste
Elena's question stayed with me for days.I turned it over in the shower, in line at the grocery store, in the quiet stretches of Amanda's apartment after Zoe had gone to bed and the house settled into its evening silence, the kind of quiet that used to feel peaceful and now just felt like space for questions I couldn't answer. When does it become about the men, and when does it become about what you keep agreeing to accept.I didn't have an answer. But I knew I couldn't keep circling the question without actually looking at something I'd avoided for years, something I'd packed away along with half my old life when I left Daniel and never fully unpacked again."Do you still have those boxes from my old apartment?" I asked Amanda one evening, standing in her hallway closet doorway, my arms crossed against the sudden nervousness of asking. "The ones I dropped off after the divorce and never picked back up?""They're in the storage unit downstairs. Why do you ask?""I want to look throug
I called Elena on a Sunday morning, the time difference working in my favor for once, catching her with a cup of coffee still in hand and Marco somewhere in the background making breakfast for their kids, the sound of clattering pans drifting faintly through the line."Nina." Her voice warmed instantly through the phone, familiar in a way that loosened something tight in my chest before we'd even really started talking. "I was starting to worry you'd fallen off the earth entirely.""I've been dealing with something.""I gathered that much from Amanda's texts, though she wouldn't give me details. She said it was yours to share, not hers, which I respected, even though it drove me a little crazy waiting."I sat curled in the corner of Amanda's guest room, the phone pressed to my ear, sunlight cutting a thin line across the carpet, and found myself telling Elena everything in one long, unbroken rush. The board vote, the conversation I overheard through a hallway, the fight in the kitchen
His hands were warm against my face, steady in a way that made my whole body want to lean into them, to say yes and let this be the end of it, the relief of finally being close to him again outweighing everything else in the room, everything that had happened over the last two weeks.I almost did.For one long moment I stood there, his palms cupping my jaw, his eyes searching mine with an intensity that felt like it might undo every careful thought I'd walked in with, and I felt the pull of it so strongly I had to remind myself to breathe before answering him at all."Liam.""I mean it," he said, his voice low, urgent, his thumbs tracing gently along my cheekbones. "Ask me to prove it. I'll do whatever it takes, Nina. Name it."I stepped back, gently, and his hands fell away, confusion crossing his face as the distance opened between us again, the small space suddenly feeling enormous."I want to say yes right now," I said, my voice unsteady. "That's exactly the problem.""I don't und
The knock came without warning, followed immediately by Amy pushing the door open like she owned the place. Ralph trailed behind her, coffee in hand, already looking like he had something to say.“Tell me you’re not buried in spreadsheets again,” Amy said, walking in without waiting for an answer.
“You need to see this,” she said, her voice breaking into laughter as she turned the screen toward me.I leaned forward slightly, squinting at the phone. “What now?”“Girl, they are dragging him,” she said, shaking her head, her tone somewhere between impressed and amused. “Look at this headline.
Deep down inside of me, I knew the quietness in this office wasn’t going to remain when Daniel arrived. I sat across from my lawyer, my hands resting on the arm of the chair like I needed something solid to keep me up. The clock on the wall ticked steadily, each second dragging, and I found myself
“Who is it?” My voice came out rough, because I had successfully finished a bottle of red wine on my own.The knock came again, this time loud and it seemed whoever it was had gotten impatient.I managed to drag myself up, my body resisting every movement as I stumbled toward the door, one hand lea







