On the afternoon of the dinner, while we were getting ready in the bedroom, I gave him one final opportunity to tell me the truth.
“Is there anything happening at work that I need to know about?” I asked, looking him directly in the eyes.
Liam shook his head without hesitation. “No, nothing at all. Work is just busy.”
“What about us?” I pressed softly. “Is everything okay with our marriage?”
He stepped closer and kissed my forehead softly. “Everything is completely fine, sweetheart.”
That final lie settled something deep inside my heart. I stopped wondering whether I had somehow misunderstood that phone call, because I knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that I hadn’t.
That evening, our families gathered around the long dining room table. My parents, his parents, and his sister were all present and smiling. The dinner was simple and familiar, featuring roast chicken, mashed potatoes, green beans, and pumpkin pie. It looked like a picture-perfect American family gathering in every way. Everyone laughed, shared stories, and enjoyed the food while Liam sat beside me, completely unaware of what was coming.
