Eight Years in the Shadows, Eight Days to the Altar Chapter 2

The location tag on Liam's post showed he was right here in the city. He never went on a business trip at all.

My hands shook so badly I could barely hold my phone.

I don't know how many frantic, questioning voicemails I left him.

Or how many times I called.

Liam didn't reply to a single text, nor did he answer a single call.

It was pouring rain outside. I braved the storm and searched for him like a madwoman for three whole hours.

Finally, I found him at a bar he frequented.

The VIP booth was loud and lively.

Surrounded by the crowd, Liam was currently drinking a linked-arm toast with a woman.

Through the sea of people, I saw the woman softly call him, "Liam."

The friends around them erupted into teasing cheers. "You guys are officially married! Why are you still calling him by his first name?"

The woman looked down shyly and murmured, "Hubby."

"Mhm." Liam let out a low chuckle, leaning down to kiss her.

The room erupted in applause and whistles.

They stood in the center of the crowd, bathed in the light, accepting everyone's blessings out in the open.

I stared at the scene in a daze, suffocating from the pain.

I almost forgot why I had even come here.