Home, Finally, Without Him

The plane landed, and Liam was there, handsome as ever, his smile making my heart flutter despite the exhaustion of my art residency.

But then I found a delicate pink earring in his car, one that wasn't mine.

Minutes later, his phone buzzed; it was his assistant, Chloe, and then a text popped up: "Are you with her?"

He brushed it off as "just work," but his hurried attempt to get rid of me, to send me into a bakery while he "circled the block," spoke volumes.

The cold dread in my stomach turned to ice, confirming what I already suspected: his concern for me was a performance, and the…