Don't Believe Him
Sophie's Point of View
By the time I reached the room, Liam was already sound asleep. I let out a deep sigh, trying to understand what is happening between us, but I can't grasp anything.
He has been like this since we got married—coming home late or not at all, with the same excuses:
"I'm caught up at work."
"I have to leave for a few days."
“I'm exhausted.”
He seems to find time for everything and everyone except me, and I'm starting to feel like he is avoiding me for reasons I can't comprehend. His actions prove his words right; maybe I'm being a pain in his neck.
I may feel alone, but I'm not begging for attention from a man. If a person truly loves you, they would try to prioritize you, no matter what. But he isn’t trying at all, and I can’t keep forcing things.
I’ve decided to give him a month. If his actions don’t change, I will divorce him. I’d rather be alone than be with someone emotionally unavailable.
Letting out another deep breath, I made my way over to the bed, slipping into the blanket. I pulled it to my shoulder, my back facing Liam. It didn't take an hour before I fell into a deep sleep.
The Next Day
The loud alarm blared, jolting me awake. I yawned, sitting up on the bed, rubbing sleep from my eyes.
My brows furrowed as my gaze landed on Liam’s empty space. He must have left for work; God knows when he woke up and left.
Pushing the thought of him aside, I sprang off the bed, heading to the bathroom to get ready for the day.
After getting ready, I wore a formal suit along with my favorite heels, and my hair was combed back nicely. Feeling satisfied with my look, I shoved my phone, files, and everything I'd need into my handbag before I stepped out of the room.
I narrowed my eyes as my gaze landed on my so-called brother-in-law, his back was facing me while he seemed to be setting the table. He wore only an apron with no shirt on, leaving his thick muscles on display.
I blinked twice, pulling myself out of the daze I almost fell into. This man is my brother-in-law, and I shouldn't even look at him like that.
Of course, my brain was convinced, but my heart and body didn't seem to be convinced, and I'm going to do everything in my power to ignore any silly feeling creeping up in my chest.
I might as well skip breakfast, but my day won't be good if I don't eat. I'd keep thinking about Liam, and I'm not going to do it on an empty stomach. I placed my handbag on the couch before I walked to the table.
I cleared my throat, earning his attention. His blue eyes met mine for a few seconds before I averted my gaze.
“Good morning.” Before I could pull a chair to sit.
He does it for me; today there was no smirk on his face nor that playfully gleam in his eyes, and I was glad.
“Good morning.” His voice has no emotions in it.
I nodded without uttering a word. He seemed to be having a bad day, and I was glad because he wouldn't try any fun business. I'd eat my breakfast and leave.
Lucas sat opposite me, and the two of us had our breakfast in silence. As much as I wanted to admire the food, everything tasted bitter in my mouth. I was just forcing myself to eat, but my mind was filled with thoughts of Liam and his behavior towards me.
“Where is your husband?” Lucas broke the heavy silence in the dining room.
My chest tensed slightly as his question sank in. How can I tell him that my husband is doing everything in his power to avoid me as if I don't exist? How on earth can I tell him that we've been married for almost a month, but he hasn't even kissed me, let alone touched me? It's like we've become strangers all of a sudden.
I swallowed the lump forming in my throat. “I don't know. Maybe he went to work.”
Lucas let out a loud scoff. “I wonder why you'd settle for a loser like Liam.” He taunted, his voice laced with sarcasm. “There are far better men out there.”
I threw a glare in his direction, rage forming a knot in my stomach. “What does that supposed to mean?” My grip tightened around the fork I held in my hand.
I understand that Liam was not rich like him, but that's the reason why I chose him. Most of the rich guys are jerks just like him.
“It's simple.” He shrugged, took a sip of his orange juice, and turned his eyes on me. “Let me warn you about Liam. He's nothing but a narcissist, and trust me, he's with you because he wants something from you. If you don't use your brain, you will have the last cry while he laughs.”
My heart sank as his words echoed in my brain more than they should. Had it been someone else, I could have believed them, but him, I can't seem to be able to trust anything out of his mouth. Maybe he wants me to leave my husband and be with him, which isn't happening. Even if I happen to leave Liam, I want nothing to do with him.
No! I can't listen to this man; he's just talking nonsense. Even if what he said was true, I'd not make my decision because of his words.
“I'd appreciate it if you stay out of my business.” I placed the fork on the table, grasping a tissue towel. I wiped my mouth and rose off the chair, ready to leave.
“I thought you were an intelligent woman, but I see you are an emotional fool,” Lucas said, his eyes locked right into mine.
I decided to ignore him. I'm definitely not going to listen to him. Maybe he was the one who's a narcissist, and he's trying to ruin my husband's good image just like his.
“Don't say I didn't try to warn you.” He rose from the chair and started making his way out of the room.
I walked over to the couch, picking up my handbag. I made my way out, pushing his words out of my mind. I won't listen to a word from him. I shouldn't listen to him. I ran my investigation on Liam, and there was nothing suspicious about him, and I trust my sources.
If Liam’s behavior doesn't change in one month, I will file for a divorce, but not because my so-called brother-in-law said so.