Liam's POV
I sat there in stunned silence, water dripping from my hair onto my expensive suit, watching Diane's retreating figure as she stormed away from our table. The cold shock of the water had nothing on the ice-cold realization washing over me—I had lost her. Completely and utterly lost her.
The other diners were staring now, their whispered conversations creating a buzz of judgment that made my skin crawl. I could feel their eyes boring into me, could practically hear their thoughts "There's the man whose pregnant wife just threw water in his face."
I reached for my napkin with trembling hands, dabbing at my face and neck, trying to salvage what little dignity I had left. But as I moved to stand up, something strange happened.
A rumble. Deep in my gut.
