Forty Two

Stepping outside the hall and into the private room, we were taken to when we first arrived. Liam locks the door behind us and turns to me.

Oh, I see we're having the conversation now.

"Take a seat" He offers.

"I'm fi-

"Just take a fuckin seat Scarlett!" He sighs, maybe getting enough of me.

I take a seat and clasp my hand right in front of me.

Liam standing, takes a deep breath.

"Scarlett." He calls.

I nod, like I'm not bothered and won't be bothered by anything he says.

"I know you saw that article, Scarlett and I know you're mad, and it's right for you to be mad. But I want you to believe that it's not true. Whatever you saw, it's not." He begins.

"It's right for me to be mad? I mean why?" I scoff.

He arches a brow.

"Because we're married and it's only right you get mad when you see me with another woman." He sounds pressured.

"But we're only married for public eyes, we don't love each other Liam. You and i know that"

I see his shoulders drop.

"Who said our marriage