He Didn’t Know I Was Breaking
Language: en
On our third wedding anniversary, Liam cooked steak for me himself. Under the flickering candlelight, his phone suddenly lit up. The name "Aurora" flashed on the screen. He froze mid-cut, set his fork and knife down, and elegantly wiped his hands with a napkin. "I’m sorry, Jennifer." He looked at me, his eyes as gentle as a warm spring breeze. "Aurora ran into some trouble over there. I need to go help her." I sat on the opposite side of the long table, my face unable to form any expression to make him stay. He walked over, gently ruffled my hair out of habit, and spoke in a…