But Liam wasn't as composed.
His anger simmered beneath his skin, barely contained. He wasn't blind to what was happening—Raymond's smug confidence, his deliberate jabs, the way Valentina smiled at him like he was her whole world. That was what infuriated him the most. It wasn't just Raymond's words; it was the way Valentina responded to them, as if she agreed with him, as if she had already chosen her side.
At that moment his grip tightened at his sides. He could feel the heat creeping up his neck.
Valentina… She was supposed to be his.
And yet, here she was, smiling beside Raymond like she didn't have a care in the world. As if everything he thought she shared with him meant nothing now.
But she shouldn't worry.
Very, very soon, she would understand why he had made those decisions back then.
