Reject The Ex-husband: I will be the best version of myself!

I woke up to an empty bed, the memories of the previous night flooding back like a tidal wave. I felt a pang of sadness and realization - Liam never came home. He was with Abby.

I got out of bed and went through the motions of making breakfast, my heart heavy with grief. As I sat at the table, staring blankly at my food, I couldn't help but wonder what I had done wrong.

After breakfast, I retreated to my music room, seeking solace in the one thing that always brought me comfort - music. I sat at my piano, running my fingers over the keys, trying to lose myself in the melody.

But my peace was short-lived. The door creaked open, and Liam walked in, looking like he hadn't a care in the world.

I felt a surge of anger. "Liam. I saw the photos. I know you were with Abby last night."

Liam's expression didn't change. "So what if I was?"

"So what if you were? You're my husband, Liam. You're supposed to be committed to me, not gallivanting around town with your ex."

Liam snorted. "Committed? You want to talk about commitment? You're always so busy with your music, Nora. You never have time for me."

I felt a sting from his words. "That's not true, Liam. And even if it was, it wouldn't justify what you're doing."

Liam shrugged again. "I'm not justifying anything, Nora. I'm just living my life."

I felt a chill run down my spine. "And I'm just a footnote in your life, is that it?"

Liam's expression didn't change. "If that's how you want to see it, Nora.”

I felt a surge of anger and hurt. "So, you're just going to stand there and tell me that you spent the night with your ex? After everything we've been through?"

Liam shrugged. "It's not like that, Nora. Abby was scared of being alone at night, and she was too lazy to cook for herself. She hadn't eaten all day."

I laughed, I was fed up already. "And that's your problem? You're her personal chef and bodyguard now?"

Liam sighed. "Nora, don't make a big deal out of this. I was just being a friend."

"A friend? You're my husband, Liam. You're supposed to be my partner, my rock. Not Abby's personal errand boy."

Liam's expression didn't change. "I'm just trying to help her out, Nora. Don't be so insecure."

"Insecure? You're the one who's throwing away our marriage for your ex. Don't try to turn this around on me.”

Liam's expression didn't change. "I was just helping her out, Nora. Don't make a big deal out of it."

"You're always 'just helping her out', Liam. When are you going to start helping us out? Our marriage is falling apart, and you're too busy playing hero to your ex to even notice."

Liam sighed. "Nora, we'll talk about this later. Right now, I need to tell you about the family dinner tomorrow."

I raised an eyebrow. "What about it?"

"It's at our family building, and everyone will be there. You need to come with me."

I felt a surge of anxiety at the thought of facing Liam's family, especially after everything that had happened. "I don't know, Liam. I'll think about it."

Liam's expression turned firm. "You'll come, Nora. It's a family event. You're my wife."

I felt a shiver run down my spine at his words. Was I just a possession to him, a trophy to be shown off to his family? I didn't know if I could do it, if I could pretend to be the happy wife when my heart was breaking.

But for now, I just nodded. "Fine. I'll come.”

Liam nodded, seeming to accept my answer. "Good. We'll set off at 5 pm, Tomorrow. Don't keep me waiting."

I watched as he turned and walked away, feeling a sense of resignation wash over me. I knew I had to go to the family dinner, but I dreaded it. I dreaded facing Liam's family, and I dreaded seeing Abby.

As the days passed, I couldn't shake off the feeling of unease. I felt like I was trapped in a nightmare, with no escape.

On the day of the family dinner, I stood in front of the mirror, trying to muster up some enthusiasm. I put on a bright smile, and a red dress that Liam had bought for me.

Liam and I left exactly at 5 pm, and we drove to the family building in silence. I could feel the tension between us, like a thick fog that refused to lift.

I took a deep breath and stepped into the family gathering with Liam by my side. To my surprise, Abby was nowhere to be found. I felt a wave of relief wash over me, thinking that maybe this evening wouldn't be so bad after all.

Liam's family welcomed me with open arms, and I tried my best to chat with them, to fit in. They asked me questions about my work, my interests, and I answered as best I could.

Liam seemed relaxed, laughing and joking with his siblings, and I found myself feeling almost comfortable. Maybe this was a turning point, maybe we could move past our issues and start fresh.

But just as I was starting to let my guard down, the door burst open and Abby walked in, a smile on her face. And she wasn't alone. Becca, Her daughter, was by her side, holding her hand.

My heart sank, and I felt a surge of anger. What was Abby doing here? Who invited her?

Abby's eyes scanned the room, locking onto Liam and me. Her smile grew even wider, and she started walking towards us, Becca in tow.

I spun around, my eyes blazing with anger. "Abby, what are you doing here? You weren't invited."

Abby's smile never wavered. "Oh, actually, Liam invited me. He said it would be okay."

My eyes snapped to Liam, who was standing frozen, a look of guilt on his face.

"You invited her?" I demanded. "Without asking me?"

Liam shrugged. "I didn't think it would be a big deal."

The understatement made me feel the thin air, and the anger in my heart ignited, and I stared at Abby. "You're always causing trouble, aren't you? You can't resist inserting yourself into our lives."

Abby smiled slightly and answered me, "I'm just trying to be part of the family, Nora. Since Liam is the father of my child, I thought it would be nice to spend time together."

The room fell silent. I felt like I had been punched in the gut. "What did you just say?"

Abby's voice was dripping with malice. "I said Liam is the father of my child, Becca. And I have the paternity test to prove it!"

I stood there, frozen in shock and anger.