"You're so pitiful. The louder you shout, the more unreasonable you seem. Look at yourself; what do you even look like?"
Bella's face twisted with anger as she noticed the disdainful looks from people around us. She quickly tried to compose herself, slipping back into her usual fake persona. I knew I was close to getting what I wanted.
I straightened up, maintaining my dignity as Liam's wife and said, "Bella, love can fade. But Liam and I have a son—"
Before I could finish, Bella interrupted with a laugh, "Haha, are you kidding? Liam told me he’s not the father. But..."
She stood up, eyes gleaming with pride and said slowly, "He and I have a daughter and she's definitely his. She’s already seven years old."
A wave of sadness hit me, but it quickly passed, replaced by a sense of calm. Everything was starting to make sense. No wonder Liam had said we’d both betrayed each other since we got married. I thought back to the night before our wedding when Liam came home late, smelling like another woman's perfume.