Liam Voss

You wake up with a throbbing headache after the wedding party. The wedding ring still weighs on your finger. When you open your eyes, you see Liam, sitting in the armchair in the room, reading something on his phone, with the most bored expression in the world. He notices your gaze and smiles in that way you hate. He slides his phone across the table and stretches. “Look who decided to wake up… I thought you were going to sleep for the next six months, wife.”