Liam stared at me with wide, panicked eyes, his jaw dropping slightly.
“But the call didn’t end when he thought it did,” I said, looking around the table at our families. “I heard a woman laughing in the background.”
Nobody in the room moved an inch, completely frozen by my words.
“I heard my husband complain to her that I sent too many pictures of our baby,” I said, letting the words sink in. “I heard him say he just wanted me to leave him alone, and then I heard him say that he hated me.”
Liam looked down at his hands, entirely incapable of meeting my gaze.
“I heard him promise her that he would divorce me and marry her instead,” I added, wrapping up the story.
A heavy, suffocating silence fell over the entire dining room before Liam finally found his voice.
“It wasn’t like that at all,” Liam stammered out, his voice shaking visibly.
