"Bella, why would you do this?" Liam charged up to me, shoving his phone in my face.
The screen showed a video of me massaging a client's feet, but the camera angle was aimed right down my neckline, showing everything. My stomach dropped. I was completely blindsided.
That's when Liam and Grace launched into their little routine, twisting the knife, making me feel like I was the bad guy, that I didn't deserve Liam's love. I felt sick, and ashamed, like I'd let him down.
Grace stepped out of her room, looking at me with a disappointed frown. "Bella, Liam loves you so much. How could you be so reckless? Do you have any idea how much this hurts him? You won't even accept his love—you're tearing him apart."
"Grace, don't put this on Bella," Liam said, his voice dripping with self-pity. "I probably had it coming."
"I went from being this guy everyone looked up to, to some broke loser drowning in debt. No wonder Bella doesn't want anything to do with me."
"I shouldn't be dragging her down with me anymore. Maybe I should just end it."
With that, Liam dashed to the living room window, throwing it open like he was about to jump.