At that moment, I felt as though I would prefer no man instead. At least for a good, long while. But I didn’t say that to Liam.
“Marriage is complicated,” I finally said, staring down at our joined hands. “Politics are complicated.”
I could feel Liam’s gaze boring into me, searching for a lie. But this time, I wasn’t lying. Not really. It was an incredibly complex situation, one that sometimes felt like it had no “right” solution.
“You can leave, you know,” he said after a moment. “If he’s cruel to you, or hurting you—”
“He’s not hurting me.” I met my friend’s gaze steadily.
“But you look weak, Ella. Tired. Something must be going on that you’re not telling me.”
“I’m fine.”
Liam sighed softly. “Ella…”
“I’m just tired, okay?” I let out a bitter laugh, because
