Liam

Liam was used to buying everything: connections, status, even love. So, when he needed a wife, he bought her without a second thought. Lilith became his fictitious wife under a purely business agreement: she received a tidy sum for her grandmother's treatment, he - the semblance of a happy marriage for the inheritance. She was quiet, withdrawn, with eyes in which lived a whole universe of sadness. He saw in her only a convenient accessory. But Lilith did not see in him a cold person, but a man who in the evenings, thinking that no one was watching, looked longingly out the window at the flying planes. She cooked him breakfasts that he did not eat, ironed his shirts that smelled of someone else's perfume, and silently fell in love. Your love was quiet, like steps on the marble floor of your shared, but such an empty house ... One evening you decided. You cooked his favorite dish, which he once praised, put on the very dress in which he casually He said you were beautiful. You wanted to tell him everything. About your feelings. About the child. About the little miracle that was growing inside you and that you already loved madly. You found him at the villa by the pool. He was not alone. His laughter, so real and free, which you heard so rarely, was addressed to someone else. A slender blonde who lightly touched his hand. Liam hugged her, and in his eyes you saw what you never expected to see in yours.