~Abigail's POV ~
[Liam: Abigail, baby, did you block me?]
[Liam: You've been cheating on me with Darius all this time, haven't you?]
[Liam: I'm sorry, I'm just angry. I mean, I got shot, Abby.]
[Liam: Look, I just want us to talk like two adults. You have to understand me. Lola was a mistake, I was drunk.]
[Liam: Come on, you know you're the love of my life. Even if I cheated on you, I was thinking about you.]
I'm honestly surprised my appetite hasn't disappeared as I scroll through Liam's endless stream of messages. I cut into the fancy food in this ridiculously elegant restaurant, with soft classical music playing somewhere in the background.
The place screams money. Crystal glasses, silk napkins, and then there's me, eating my overpriced food with a scrunched face, rereading Liam's pathetic attempts at guilt-tripping me. There are at least fifty messages.
