Only Ten Years - Chapter 1

Ten years. That’s how long I’d been with Liam. Then, I accidentally picked up his phone.

“Hey, babe, the little kitty just had a whole litter of kittens!”

It was a sweet, feminine voice. The contact was saved as “Sweet Pea.”

“He’s in the shower, call back later,” I said coldly before hanging up. That night, Liam went ballistic, grabbing whatever clothes he could find, and rushed out the door.

Meanwhile, I trashed “our” place, erasing every trace of myself, and bought a one–way ticket overseas.

Three years later, Liam found me on some tropical island. He stared, eyes red–rimmed, at the little boy standing next to me, who looked a lot like him.

“Is he… mine?” he asked, his voice cracking.

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Liam came out of the bathroom with only a towel wrapped around his waist.

Water droplets trickled down his muscles, disappearing into the towel. He had some new scratches on him too, my handiwork from earlier.

“Why aren’t you sleeping?”

He looked at the marks on my collarbone, his eyes darkening. He was about to lean in, but I held out his phone to him. He frowned, snatched the phone, and tossed it aside. He pinned my hands down, his breath hot against my skin.

“Sweet Pea,” I said.

He froze.

“She called you, said your kitty had babies.”

Liam went pale, then bolted, throwing on random clothes and rushing out the door like a man possessed. I was alone in the “home” we’d made together.