I froze completely on the spot. For a second, I wondered whether I was just imagining things or misinterpreting the noise. Then I heard Liam’s voice clear as day.
“She’s driving me insane,” he complained to someone.
My entire body went completely still as I realized he was talking about me.
“She keeps texting me pictures of the baby and asking when I’ll be home,” Liam continued, his voice dripping with annoyance. “I just want her to leave me alone.”
My fingers went completely numb, and I found myself struggling to breathe normally. The woman said something in response that I couldn’t quite make out.
“Of course I hate her,” Liam laughed bitterly. “I barely touch her anymore, so just wait a little bit longer. I’ll divorce her, and then I’ll marry you.”
Then I heard a distinct kissing sound through the speaker. It was not a guess or an assumption, but a clear, unmistakable kiss coming directly through the phone line. I stood beside the changing table with my baby daughter in my arms, listening to my husband promise another woman that our marriage was coming to an end. Only a few hours earlier, I had sent him photographs of Hailey smiling in her sleep because I thought a father would naturally want to see his daughter. Now I heard him describing those exact photographs as a pathetic annoyance.
