Liam’s POV
The silence in the car was unbearable, but I kept my focus on the road.
The tension between Sophia and me was at a breaking point, and I knew it was only a matter of time before she let her frustrations loose.
“I saw you go into her fitting room!” she finally snapped, her voice sharp with accusation, breaking the silence like glass shattering.
“What were you doing in there with her, Liam? Do you think I didn’t notice?” Her words came fast, driven by frustration.
I didn’t answer. My hands tightened around the steering wheel, fingers gripping it until my knuckles turned white. My jaw was clenched, eyes fixed on the road ahead, refusing to engage.
What was the point?
She wouldn’t understand, and I wasn’t about to explain myself. Not now.
“She only wants to divorce you
