~Abigail's POV~
[Unknown number: Abby, it's Liam. You blocked my other number but it's fine. We are good. I just wanted to check up on you.]
[Unknown number: Look. I know. I did wrong. There is no excuse for what I did to you. I hurt you, but you also hurt me, you know?]
[Unknown number: Is there a way for us to meet and talk without your husband's involvement? I want to apologize, Abby. I haven't been the same without you.]
I bite into a crunchy piece of chicken dipped in sauce, scrolling through Liam's messages with a bored expression before tossing my phone onto the bed.
I glance at Darius. He's getting ready for a meeting, dressed impeccably in a beige waistcoat, tie, and trench coat, his expression sharp and serious. I blink at him, not looking away, silently wondering what's going on this morning.
Like he can read my mind, he turns his gaze toward me, curiosity flickering in those green eyes, and tilts his head.
"What?" he asks.
"What's going on with you?"
