Ghostly Figure

Half an hour later, Liam walks in, and my eyes stay on him.

“Need some help?” He asks.

“No, I’m good.” I continue doing what I was, but he stays standing there.

“May as well let me help. Alena is having a nap.” He walks towards me. I turn, pushing him against the wall.

“Stay the fuck away from me, Liam! You’re his fucking brother, and you’re fucking his wife!” I stare at him.

“Because you wouldn’t, would you? We all know you would.” He says.

I stare at him, holding myself back.

“I never said I wouldn’t, but at least I wouldn’t while she was still fucking carrying his babies!” That is just low. I watch as Georgina steps between us.

“Don’t. Liam, go away, please.” Georgina looks at him, and I watch as he nods.

“You used her, just so you realise. She is still a mess and grieving.” My words get ignored as he walks off.

“Marcus, don’t fight with Liam. From what Alena and Helen have said, you wouldn’t ever hurt Liam.” She smiles at me, and I know she is right, but I feel awful for Jackson.