It was past 1 AM when I got back from the bar.
Unsurprisingly, Liam was waiting outside my apartment door.
The hallway light flickered on as I approached.

Liam looked up sharply,
"Babe! Where were you? I called you a million times – your phone was off."
"You smell like a distillery!"
"Be careful. Let me help you."
I pushed his hand away,
"Don't touch me. It’s disgusting."

Liam froze,
"Babe, it’s not what you think, that video... who sent it to you?"
"They’re trying to screw things up between us—"
I cut him off coldly,

"I shot the video. I was there. Right behind you."
"But you were too busy kissing with that girl to notice me."
All the color drained from Liam’s face.
He stood there rigidly, unable to meet my eyes.
The alcohol hit me hard then; my stomach lurched.
I shoved past Liam blocking the door, got inside, and barely made it to the bathroom before I was vomiting over the toilet.
Liam followed me in.
He handed me tissues, then rushed to the kitchen to make tea.
He moved around silently, cleaning up after me.
But every time I closed my eyes, all I saw was him kissing that woman.
And then I opening them to see his concerned expression.
It felt like the worst kind of hypocrisy.
"Liam, get out. I don’t want to see you."
I heard a cup shatter in the kitchen.
After a moment, he placed a mug of tea on the coffee table. Before leaving, he even took out the trash.
"Sophie, we’ll talk when you’ve had a chance to cool down."
I closed my eyes and spat out one word,
"Get out!"