Mrs. Sterling, Look, He truly Dotes On Her

My husband, Liam Sterling, once held me like a fragile, precious thing.

Three years into our marriage, his touch turned to ice.

He led Chloe Miller, the interior designer he now obsessed over, into our home.

Today was her wedding day, a cruel game to force his hand.

On my knees in a rust-scented warehouse, Liam' s gentle fingers stroked my neck.

He smiled, but glacial eyes demanded Chloe' s wedding address.

I pleaded, "I don' t know where her wedding is, Liam. She' s setting me up. She' s lying."

He sneered, "Chloe was right, as usual. You' re just jealous of her."